Spring-Summer 2007
Prose
Poetry
- Wildflowers
- Call of the Quail
- Orchards
- When Color Was New
- My Hands Still Smell Like Soil
- Rain
- Urban Tongue
Artwork
Photos of prairie fire and monarch butterfly by LeAnn Spencer and Steve Duke
Orchards
Norbert Krapf
Though he kept his own counsel
I was aware as a boy of my father’s
grief over his inability to replicate
a colony of fruit trees like those
that grew in his father’s orchard.
I am no more than mediocre
as a husbandman, but the fruits
of my father’s orchard blossom
in these lines I derive from
his love of earth and leaf.
Copyright © 2007 Norbert Krapf. All rights reserved.