Fall became winter so quickly, it's hard to believe.  
Special submissions were included as the season progressed.

Featured poets:  
 Sharon Joan Rothenfluch Cooper (1, 2, 3, 4, 5),  Paul E Sexton3 (1, 2),  
Ron Baron,  Evelyn Turner,  Roger J. Robicheau,  
Jessica Chipman, Terri Black.  

Note: Roger also shared his excellent Ovation with us!  Congratulations, Roger!  Great news!

TIME TO GO by Sharon Joan Rothenfluch Cooper Wind is blowing, leaves are falling, Chevron of geese look for a pond. Autumn's gentle breath reminds us Winter cold's not far beyond. Crops are ready for the harvest, Wheat is offered in libation. Geese are ready to fly south. Off they go in their formation.  © Sharon Joan Rothenfluch Cooper   TRUTH Truth is the only thing We can't hide from ourselves. Written By:  Sharon Joan Rothenfluch Cooper ©  July 31st, 2000   The Scribe By Ron Baron I know not whence it came         exclaiming I write such as this, I only know it fills my soul         with wondrous joy and bliss; Were I to cease proclaiming that         which comes from deep within, T'would be supressing that whichGod         intended, I begin. Restricting that which now I pen ~         God's Great Love to impart, Would soon restrict the flow of love         and likely burst my heart. So dauntlessly I shall await,         His message to proclaim, Inscribing 'til I pen no more ~         "The Greatness of His Name!" © Ron Baron		Early Birds by Paul E Sexton3 Early at the mall, before the stores open they are there. Walking around in circles. The elderly. Must be nearly a hundred. Race walking. Hanging out. Drinking coffee. The untrained eye might feel pity for them. Sad, that their lives have come to this. But I see something different. A lifetime of battles fought. Some won, some lost, but all survived. And now, at last they are not; sitting in cubicles, behind desks, standing at assembly lines, or behind counters. They are free. Somewhat resembling seagulls, lounging on a warm wet beach on a late summer morning. © Paul E Sexton3
Rain Haiku by Paul E Sexton3 Water from a roof completely reconfigures the soft earth below. Time seems to stand still around a dog in the rain, until he moves on. Cars in the distance can be heard as they approach, splashing on moist streets. A tree all but dead appears almost born again when sky, opens wide © Paul E Sexton3		Secret Sanctuary by Sharon Joan Rothenfluch Cooper I took a trail that I had never taken before - A journey anticipating the unknown and a sweet invitation to excite my senses.  There was an aged forest of oak under their canopy of dark leaves, forming a secret sanctuary. Birds trilled from the trees trailing slashes of color across the landscape. There was a river of bright water nearby, shimmering in a stray sunbeam.  It rushed heedlessly over crags, pooling in fern-crowded shallows.  This place is lush with living things, perfumed by blossoms and cloaked in a misty rain.  Soft buttercups nodded their dainty heads in the tall grasses. Come. Enchantment awaits.  © Sharon Joan Rothenfluch Cooper
Empty Sunshine Day by Terri Black An empty sunshine day Time on your hands Did you ever Really understand? An empty day An empty life Just an empty Sunshine day Stars laugh in your face Moon weeps in your eyes Sweep my cares away On this empty sunshine day ©  Terri Black	I'll Just Be Me  by Evelyn Turner Deafness pours around me, all I hear is the beat of my heart; confusion drags me under, I don't know where to start. I feel like I'm drowning, You gave me your love; but I don't know. Nothing is sent from above. I mask all my worries, I wish I could lean on you; but then again I don't. You're not the person I thought I knew. We have so many memories, some good, some bad; but sitting here all alone, has made me very sad. Maybe it's too hard, for love to sustain; but I know I love you, and I hope you feel the same. Nothing helps, not sleep, not time, not prayer; It doesn't seem right, it doesn't seem fair. I can't see the sun, all I see is rain;  till death do us part, through all the pain.  Together or not, I guess I'll see;  but in the meantime, I'll just be me. ©   Evelyn Turner
Perpetual Motion by Sharon Joan  Rothenfluch Cooper I squatted in the sand by the edge of the cool, mysterious sea.  Breakers curved and surged with blue-green clarity - a sweetness of transparency.  Waves foamed around rocks as twilight and fog formed a blur at the edges of water and stone.  Pelicans plunged into the choppy waves hunting dinner.  Spray caught the currents of air.  Sharp scent of sand and pine greeted my senses from stubbled ridges as trees crouched low against the cutting wind - a marriage of ocean, rock and pine. A study in perpetual motion. © Sharon Joan Rothenfluch Cooper   Raising Kids Is No Big Deal  by Roger J. Robicheau Raising kids is no big deal Unless you care, and show great zeal. To raise a child is not some game To put away, Boy! what a shame. When children reach adulthood burnt Could there be lessons never learnt? Those little things you often do Will have much impact, copy you. Lean to God, while on the road Cause raising right, takes one big load. Just try your best, no guarantees And if you slip, jump back on please. © Roger J. Robicheau   website		TRANSFORMATION  by Sharon Joan Rothenfluch Cooper  My breath vaporized and swirled. I walked a path ill-defined because of the mantle of snow, gleaming like a carpet of crystals.  Fingers painted by the wind, clawed streaks across the land.  Trees stripped to a skeletal pallor stretched arms, with caps of white - heavy with their fleecy burden.  Snow on uppermost branches loosened and plummeted to lower branches, causing a chain reaction that rumbled the earth.  Echoes of snapping limbs cracked through the air.  A magnificent transformation of the landscape. ©  Sharon Joan Rothenfluch Cooper Grief  by Jessica Chipman cross legged I sit on my bed there is a fire in the icy breeze blowing through the open window my mind blank Pandora's box waiting to be opened The power in my eyes and the words on my lips So many names for tears Heartdew Griefhoney Sadwater Die Tranen Eau de douleur Los rios del corazon and I have the eyes to cry them all. ©Jessica Chipman

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