Wasteland
Wasteland.
Tiny flowers
just growing here and there,
a sprinkle of unintended
purple.
Tea Party
Summer
shadows creeping
up the dark green ivy…
The smile on her face as one guest
lingers.
From Past Seasons
First chill
as summer ends
brings back, from past seasons,
sweaters, jackets, hats and again
old aches.
Return to the front page of this issue:
Amaze Vol.
3, No. 1 Spring
& Summer 2004
Go to the
Poets & Authors page for the poet's
biographical sketch and email link.
These poems are Copyright © 2004 by Ana Cagnoni.
