F.P.E.

Freshly brewed iced tea

Poured over sour lemon

Encrusted with ice chunks

Forlorn owl fly

Past the bruised pearl moon over

Eternal stars burning black

Fake tongue stumbling

Pry natural words from my mouth

 Easily come forth

A.L.H.

Ash to ash, blinding

Lava spit unto the sky

Heaven bound to Earth

Alive and breathing

Lowly he lies down onto

Heaps of lilies, pink

Around the river

Leaping fish travel upward

Hills of water blue

B.R. T.

Black against the moon

Rise the hawk in the dead night

To feast on heartbreak

Breaking waves tide come

Rushing against endless time

Trek down shore past bird

Bare sands stretch outward

Roaring winds catching grains past

Trees of thirst and snow

These were written by our contributing writer, Lauren DeSantis.