“5/ Getting on implied that / testosterone had a seat for me to sit upon, / was a place to rest. / Was possibly a waiting equine / already saddled up— / her brown nose breaking my heart.”
“As the sun sets, the bright motes haze the sweetgrass and timothy, / like unshelled souls crowding a lie”
Please join us in celebrating these amazing nature poems! Winners were selected by Kimiko Hahn.
“Horses are known to sleep / while standing up, as if their whole life // is a probable war.”
We are so grateful to every poet who shares their work with us—please enjoy perusing the stunning work in our poetry archive.
“Earth work. Scum in clay pots. The sun booms bass clarinet. A lemon sweats its silence on the / dirt.”
By Tola Sylvan
“then i am standing outside / your love and it divides / into three neat tent flaps: / lily, lilac, orange.”
By Sara Dudo
In this Poetry We Admire column, we highlight the work of poets who have recently passed in 2026, showcasing some of their poems on seasons and transitions.