Bells Beach

silhouetted against the clipped edges of ocean

and beneath a collapsing sun

a lone surfer      waits

until a wave throws out its limb

she grips on       pressing

against the bladder of the wave

quick-draws across its surface

and in a breath-holding moment

disappears into the swirling surf

by Jules Leigh-Koch

Arpeggios

Shawled under raindrops

I scoop handfuls of loss

from your departure

gazed towards building

intensity, thrummed

by my pale fingers

sorrowful arpeggios

align through broken

house bricks

tenderly touched –

left chipped among

forgotten honeyed tones

by Darrell Coggins

Winter’s Hearth

red breasted robin

a winter’s flame

alights the twigs

and warms my heart

amid the gold dusted frame

of an old apple tree

by Lisa Crawford