Tag: Poet Lore

  • “Trees Walking” and other poems by Joan Mazza

    Blue Moon So bright tonight, woods glow, as if some rare magic is near, orchestra building to a swell, crescendo followed by abrupt silence, pierced by an animal’s anguished squeal, sound that sends my heart thumping though my dog doesn’t bark. Imagination with a dash of desperation for a happening, some quickening. Stultifying summer heat,…