by Brenda Layman Central Ohio Branch   Nature does not sigh for loss In littered leaves and soil She keeps her own ones Birthed in Spring’s warm blood Fed on ... Read more

By Cornelia DeDona, Member at Large Kingston, New York   The Shawangunk Mountains And Mohonk Preserve are my church a photographer’s dream an obsession.   I return to scramble Giant’s Path ... Read more

by Mimi Gould Atlanta, Georgia Branch So much to do before I pass and here I sit upon my ass, my energy is gone there’s none to spare I lay on the bed, ... Read more

by Virginia Nygard NLAPW Vero Beach Branch   Across the barren, snow-steeped ridge skeleton trees appear dry and bare, yet seem to wake as I near the bridge, and my ... Read more

by Natica Angilly Diablo/Alameda Branch, CA     Spirit dreams the dance of the poem. Consciousness flows. Moving atoms take the space. Poetry dances. Mysteries unfold.  

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Dawn Huntley Spitz Cape Cod Branch   A Sonnet We love you, our Mother Earth, who gave us birth We bless the land so fair you gladly share We thank ... Read more

Anne Ring La Jolla Branch   Resting on a petal of the crimson oleander Lemon-coloured fragile wings Folded to the night, Black antennae poised alert to warn of hidden danger ... Read more

by Barbara Menghini Whitmarsh Bayou II, Texas Branch   When Night Falls When night falls at the foot of the mountains Red men from Pueblos Climb ladders To mingle in ... Read more

Elizabeth Sharon Bayou City Branch 2   it’s a relationship with a greenish hue old copper rust through time a penny awash in the sea of hands ole miss Liberty ... Read more