Entries by Liz Steinglass

Mushrooms

After three days of rain white-capped mushrooms litter the grass like umbrellas abandoned when the sun came out. © 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved

Dear Mr. Wordsworth

Dear Mr. Wordsworth, here I lie On my couch in a pensive hour, Listening to chill winds cry, While shivering branches scour The window glass, but thanks to you I am not limited to this view. Through your words and by my will I am transported to another day, far away, Where daffodils gather along […]

Ah-Choo!

On my way to the park I felt a light breeze. My nose sniffed a tickle. I erupted a sneeze. It must have been catching, ‘Cause right after me Hundreds of birds Got sneezed by a tree. © 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved