Springtime in New York
The breeze
teases the trees
tickling their leaves, while the
fickle dryads toss their bark to
the wind.
A Perfect Fit
We fit
closely woven
and homespun together
like sleeves on a shirt, as secure
as time.
Water Lilies
Monet's
watercolors
shimmer in the still lake.
Silver lily pads drift - shadows
in light.
Return to the front page of this issue:
Amaze Vol.
2, No. 2 Fall & Winter, 2003.
Go to the
Poets & Authors page for the poet's
biographical sketch and email link.
These poems are Copyright © 2003 by Benita Glickman.
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