another log
on the fire—
a long winter storm

young love
t w i r l i n g
on the icy lake

Carrie Seymour (2)

with a full stomach
a girl sleeps in my arms
...it's a wonderful life

a gift from his father;
dad’s ring
in the jewelry box

car ride...
her hand
on my leg

Amy Van Rheeden (2)

praying together
for his new job
. . . our thanksgiving

Amy Van Rheeden (2)

hum of the street light
the old tree
towering above

her tears fell
watering
his beer

bought some bread
baked some bread
ate alotta bread

duct-taped together
not quite full
my sketchbook

worn cotton
his sweater feels
better this way

treetops
touching the ground;
ice storm

no heat to be found
inside
or out

Missy Brassie (5)

crack!
an icy branch
hits my arm

no less powerful
the wrinkled page
of a Bible

Missy Brassie (6)

a table of food
stands in the way
...of dessert

Nate Halteman (3)

sharp cutlery—
the shine of the oil
on the turkey skin

World of Warcraft
we discuss
real life

Rick Bearce (6)

the tree sparkles
I lightly touch
my favorite ornament

the icicles grow
a young boy asks
for a cup of cocoa

Goli Rahimi (4)

advanced hidden levels
found
after breaking it in

Carrie Seymour (2)

sunlight and dust
mingle together
on Cosmo's fur

football blaring
eyes closing
for the annual nap

autumn ends
remnants of grass
hidden amongst brittle leaves

early winter
cracked flesh
along the old man’s bare hands

Goli Rahimi (3)

through the dirty windshield
ice sparkles
in the trees

faded red hat
more holes than ever
time for duct tape!

old beggar takes
the moldy pumpkin…
Thanksgiving

a night with friends
and then darkness…
cold seeps in

winter night—
friends share
a bed

Amy Van Rheeden (5)

Mother’s blue threadbare scarf
beside the new green silk sash…
I’ve always liked blue

after everyone is gone
sharing a slice of pie,
a pile of dirty dishes

Kristen Robinson (2)

cops on the side
delaying
Thanksgiving

antique auction—
her great-grandfather’s rifle
is sold first

sister eats
the snow man
christmas cookie

the third summer since—
I still use
her fountain pen

moonlight sparkles
throughout the forest…
Winter Wonderland

cold snow in my boot;
old bird feeder
empty

Kristen Robinson (6)

icy block
melting
his grave emerges

getting thinner
with each wash;
Grandma’s drapes

pi x radius squared—
the area inside
a wedding band

Amy Van Rheeden (5)

giants of the earth
shrouded in misty veils
time's wheels turn again

one a.m. landing—
my aunt runs into
my mother’s arms

apple pie sits
in the oven…
smoke detector

Goli Rahimi (4)

so much food;
Grandma’s apron
still spotless

flipping radio stations
"Oooh baby I love…"
…"Uranus"

Rick Bearce (7)

dining at the table
my parents
hold hands

cup of coffee
shared laughter
with an old friend

apple
in the stuffing
grandma’s new experiment

Carrie Seymour (3)

palm trees ocean breeze
that’s what surrounds me
I’m home again

Brent Taylor (2)

dad lost
my grandpa’s
turkey pan

the wheelchair
rolling through…
LIFE

soft blue blanket
still comforts
after all these years

first snow flurries—
the lighted yard animals
in a compromising position

Rick Bearce (4)

a picture
framed
in my heart

wasps buzz round
as I climb
to the hayloft

listening
the plane takes off
headed for home again

costumes
from past recitals
still in the attic

Mr. Jack-O-Lantern’s
brother
my pumpkin pie

Carrie Seymour (8)

a white Christmas
falls
within my grasp

another lesson:
scraping ice off
coach's windshield

flakes rush down
the mighty oak
now snow-covered

the mantis prays
still as fallen leaves
first frost approaches

vespers
yet some still
without power

shivering and laughing
our faces lit
by candlelight

the mirror
reflects
my scar

depression
in the couch
beyond comfort

my favorite shoes
a new hole
in the bottom

Missy Brassie (5)

dancing a jig;
the old dog
standing in the snow

on the porch
we shriek
as the branches crash

faded leather
briefcase
he is not perfect

no turkey
to eat
thanks anyway

under the frozen ancient oak
my roommate
builds a snowman

companions on the carpet;
glass shards and
a melted snowball

on the plate
a lonely bite
too full

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Boy, you pass me the dressing before I beat you

Christmas morning—
it takes me hours
to unwrap it

Goli Rahimi (3)

day after Thanksgiving
neighbor putting up lights
in shorts?

Rick Bearce (2)

ice falls
from the trees...
little bells ringing

John Wright (2)

completely alone
I release the ball
and he makes the catch

the cold stings
reminding me
of my loneliness

spaghetti—
not the same as how
mom used to make it

my old couch...
I say goodbye
to the ass-groove

John Wright (8)

turkey on the table
the broken family
finally reunites