The First Spring | Melody E. McIntyre

The icy planet floated in darkness. The star that had trapped it in its orbit was but a distant sparkle. Other than occasional glimpses of the others in orbit, the planet was alone.

But not completely alone. Something stirred within, waiting for a chance. That moment came when a meteor collided with the planet and sent it hurtling closer to the sun, into a warmer orbit.

The planet welcomed its new home. It could see the other planets and feel the sun’s warmth. As its ice thawed, the life within could now break through the surface and embrace the light.


Melody lives in Ontario and has loved reading and writing her entire life. Her favourite genres to write are horror and mystery. She has published several short pieces of fiction. She studied Classics in University and remains obsessed with the ancient world to this day.

Twitter: @evamarie41

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MelodyEMcIntyre

Kudzu | Bartholomew Barker

Sleeping kudzu drags early spring trees
down with slender gray fingers
revealing forest to the road

I drive past while my memories sleep
through winter and see her vast potential
a dormant landscape to be explored

But by summer I’ll only see a wall of green
and forget the depth of her— hidden
behind overgrown frowns and shrugs

Let me forget the past so I can remember the future


Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poetry lovers in North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.

www.bartbarkerpoet.com

Spring is in me | Yuu Ikeda

Rhythm of spring

unravels my sorrow

and wraps me calmly,

as if velvety rain

fills my blood vessels

with its silence

 

I’m in spring

Spring is in me


Yuu Ikeda is a Japan based poet.
She writes poetry on her website.
Her published poems are
“Sinful Silhouette” in <Rigorous>,
“Broken Pieces of the Truth” in <Briefly Zine>,
“A Flickering Light” in <Kalonopia>,
and more.

Little Plum Trees Dancing | McKenzie Richardson

Snow speckled the mountaintop, but here and there sprout signs of growth. In the glow of the moonlight, the plum trees bloomed, their petals the palest of pinks.

Rafu-Sen stood among the blossoms; her face fierce as she prepared for the coming of spring. Many equate flowers with delicateness, but there is a resilience one so lovely must possess if there’s any hope of survival in a world so cold.

White gown rustling in the fragrant breeze, Rafu-Sen set out down the mountain.

The plum blossom does not fear the cold, it blooms despite the snow. For spring always comes.


McKenzie Richardson lives in Milwaukee, WI. Most recently, her stories have been published in anthologies from Eerie River Publishing, Black Hare Press, and Iron Faerie Publishing.

When not writing, she can usually be found in her book hoard, reading or just looking at her shelves longingly.

Facebook: www.facebook.com/mckenzielrichardson/

Blog: www.craft-cycle.com

Sense of Spring | Yuu Ikeda

A blanket of the sun

runs around in me,

like a glass of whiskey does

 

Transitory warmth

makes me insensible

 

Hovering wind

turns pages of winter

 

Then,

I’m led to spring


Yuu Ikeda is a Japan based poet.
She writes poetry on her website.
Her published poems are
“Sinful Silhouette” in <Rigorous>,
“Broken Pieces of the Truth” in <Briefly Zine>,
“A Flickering Light” in <Kalonopia>,
and more.

 

The Horse that Draws the Night | McKenzie Richardson

Bearing the rider of shadows, bring blackness beyond measure,

muscles straining with the effort of your nightly endeavor

frosted mane dancing against darkening sky

 

like moon beans, its curls and waves tuck us in tight

snowy strands protecting against winter’s harsh bite.

 

Ride on through blackness, prepare the world for sleep

hooves crack against stars as foam falls at your feet

dew descends upon earth, freezing in these chilling months

 

bring on the darkness, my Hrímfaxi, your work is nearly done

and when the night is over, Skinfaxi will bring the sun.


McKenzie Richardson lives in Milwaukee, WI. Recently, her work has been featuring in various anthologies through Black Hare Press, Iron Faerie Publishing, Dragon Soul Press, and Eerie River Publishing. She has also published a middle-grade novel, Heartstrings, as well as a poetry collaboration with Casey Renee Kiser, 433 Lighted Way.

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/mckenzielrichardson/

Blog: http://www.craft-cycle.com

Taste | Jaya Avendel

First day of flurries

Wood smoke and citrus make up

Bronze winter whiskey.


Jaya Avendel is a word witch from the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, writing family into fantasy through poetry and prose. Her work has been published here at Whispers and Echoes, Visual Verse, and Spillwords Press, among others. She writes further at ninchronicles.com

Sideway Snow | Mark Tulin

My soul buried deep in the jaws of a blizzard

My heart yearns for a fiery hearth,

flannel-lined pants to lessen the chill,

insulated boots to keep the frostbite at bay,

and a furry hat to protect my chaffed pate

 

I keep trudging, or I’ll lose my faith

A clear sidewalk is my only salvation

A promise that Spring will be arriving

Sideway snow pummels my face

As I tangle with nature’s snowy fate.


Mark Tulin lives in California. He has authored Magical Yogis, Awkward Grace, The Asthmatic Kid and Other Stories. He has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and featured in Vita Brevis, Amethyst Review, Ariel Chart, Active Muse, among others. Follow Mark at Crow On The Wire and Twitter, Crow_writer.

Winter Stars Shine Brighter | McKenzie Richardson

They’ll tell you of earth’s rotation, the proximity of stars. As if science has all the answers.

But I know.

Scales gleaming with pearly light, the ivory dragon bedecks the sky, its body made of starlight. Frost spreads beneath each breath, dancing designs onto every surface with the fresh, clear scent of its ancient soul.

If you look into the whites of its eyes, you’ll see the beginning of time, an age long before science. Believe what you will about why the stars shine more brightly in the winter months.

But I’ve seen the dragon. I’ve looked into its eyes.


McKenzie Richardson lives in Milwaukee, WI. Recently, her work has been featuring in various anthologies through Black Hare Press, Iron Faerie Publishing, Dragon Soul Press, and Eerie River Publishing. She has also published a middle-grade novel, Heartstrings, as well as a poetry collaboration with Casey Renee Kiser, 433 Lighted Way.

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/mckenzielrichardson/

Blog: http://www.craft-cycle.com

 

Let Go | Jaya Avendel

Summer wine chilled in snow

Dried flowers and beeswax candles

Moonlight in your cups.


Jaya Avendel is a word witch from the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, writing family into fantasy through poetry and prose. Her work has been published here at Whispers and Echoes, Visual Verse, and Spillwords Press, among others. She writes further at ninchronicles.com