Bathurst Road
Here by the road's edge a stump, too twisted
Margaret H. Cunningham
The Half Moment
When old-year leaves are blown aside
Self-Exile
When flagless skies burned in the lantered west
January
The fields are loud
After Summer
In Seigas when the winds were down
Mid-October
Past yellow birches shining through
Pine
Torn not by sudden gales
Tribute
Where violets on the campus hide
Sea Horses
Eerie little creatures
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