Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Wednesday, April 17, 2024

Today Is International Haiku Day

By Patrick Kitchen

mountain town

help wanted signs

in every window

Patrick Kitchen

summer heat

a box of my things

on her front porch

Patrick Kitchen

weeding where should I begin

Patrick Kitchen

By Wiesław Karliński

spring full moon

brightens the garden

yesterday's laundry

Wiesław Karliński

bird singing

goes silent for a moment

woodcutter's axe

Wiesław Karliński

By Chris Collins

sun rays penetrate

the empty attic

warming cobwebs

Chris Collins

By Anthony Lusardi

balancing the t.v. set

to watch jersey shore

history textbook

Anthony Lusardi

By John J. Dunphy

always the leader —

his son's name

at the top of the list

on the war memorial

John J. Dunphy

By Paula Sears

every stem

balancing its blossom

spring equinox

Paula Sears

spring morn

the green hillside

singing with sheep

Paula Sears

By Krzysztof Kokot

antidepressant – the sun shines all day

Krzysztof Kokot

By Katja Fox

the warm hum

of sleepy voices —

bedtime stories

Katja Fox

the sun behind

a dragonfly’s wings—

she prays for peace

Katja Fox

By Maya Daneva

woodpecker’s beat

through the spring drizzle

through my umbrella

Maya Daneva

By Bhawana Upadhyay

nonstop tears

in the mind of drought

dissolving memories

Bhawana Upadhyay

By Leon Tefft

air supremacy —

an aerial fandango

of fierce cardinals

Leon Tefft

tumbleweeds roving

through cities that never were

views never enjoyed

Leon Tefft

Monday, April 15, 2024

By Neena Singh

forest trail

an elk’s antlers

point the way

Neena Singh

garden swing…

a lingering day

on cloud nine

Neena Singh

By Mona Bedi

the lives we endure swirling tea leaves

Mona Bedi

how slowly the night descends lullaby moon

Mona Bedi

spring equinox

the time it takes to fall

out of love

Mona Bedi

By Joanna Ashwell

in the red

nowhere to turn

from a zero balance

Joanna Ashwell

the lost years

tightly packed away

out of sight

in case I crumble

beneath the sorrow

Joanna Ashwell

no longer fitting

into my hometown

I wander around

unpacking the edges

of loneliness

Joanna Ashwell

Friday, April 12, 2024

By Eavonka Ettinger

open door

just a slant of light

as the sun sets

Eavonka Ettinger

the length

of kneading paws

my catnap

Eavonka Ettinger

eucalyptus shedding what's forgotten

Eavonka Ettinger

the muchness

of a rose garden

your lips

Eavonka Ettinger

By Stephanie Zepherelli

crashing thunder

doors bolted tight

against ill omens

Stephanie Zepherelli

empty flower box

a mom and pop store

boarded up

Stephanie Zepherelli

lonely path

looking for memories

i never had

Stephanie Zepherelli

By J. D. Nelson

windy day & night

I’m too tired to stay up

too anxious to sleep

J. D. Nelson

she gives me three words

to remember for the test

brush, sunshine, & chair

J. D. Nelson

forgotten coffee

no time to run back inside

before the bus comes

J. D. Nelson

By Sharon Ferrante

a rough day

I sit down

with yesterday

Sharon Ferrante

calm night

I rest on a string

from his guitar

Sharon Ferrante

I watch you

cut through smoke


a small room

with a saxophone

Sharon Ferrante

Thursday, April 11, 2024

By Robert Epstein

a flower does not talk

. . . and yet

this fragrance

Robert Epstein

my shrinking life

I never did own

a little black book

Robert Epstein

bee sting ––

I thought I knew you

better than that

Robert Epstein

at home

snuggling in bed

with the wrong book

Robert Epstein

old wooden bridge

how you keep me

hanging on

Robert Epstein

By Robert Witmer

spring wind

a bamboo hubbub

rubs against the sky

Robert Witmer

a small boat

asleep in the waves

the fisherman tracing stars

Robert Witmer


from marble

the hand of a slave

Robert Witmer

behind her eyes

so many rooms

a breeze through rose curtains

Robert Witmer

Wednesday, April 10, 2024

By Nalini Shetty

broken mirror

a fractured self

stares back

Nalini Shetty

city park

every bench has

its own story

Nalini Shetty

By M. R. Pelletier


through pinholes in shoeboxes—

kindergarten eclipse

M. R. Pelletier

Small talk—

   he answers her questions

   with one-word replies

M. R. Pelletier

By Mile Lisica

sky in the water

two moored boats

share the silence

Mile Lisica

I close my eyes

to feel a little more

the depth of the sea

Mile Lisica

By Joshua St. Claire

what is and isn’t the moon behind stratocumulus clouds

Joshua St. Claire

end of greatness

winter sun spent

among the hemlocks

Joshua St. Claire

By C.X. Turner

tiny pebble

warmed by the memories

of summer

C.X. Turner

morning sun

on a journey

of becoming

C.X. Turner

By Maurice Nevile

bank queue

stretching well beyond

the welcome sign

Maurice Nevile


train station

the smokers lined up

against the wall

Maurice Nevile

By Francoise Maurice


he completes his profile

on a dating site

Francoise Maurice

east wind

the yellow of dawn

at the window

Francoise Maurice

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

the last songbird

on a mountaintop

singing to the world

Stephen Jarrell Williams

empty railroad tracks

sunflowers reaching skyward

between the steel rails

Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Chen-ou Liu

midnight snowfall

the nonstop blaring

of a car alarm

Chen-ou Liu

gathering shadows

ten more people ticketed

for sleeping rough

Chen-ou Liu

By Mark Forrester

cavern walls—

humming a tune

from another time

Mark Forrester

morning mist

a few swans sleeping

on the pond—

still giving each other

the silent treatment

Mark Forrester

By Ravi Kiran


the art of balancing

black coffee

Ravi Kiran

a second look

at the first impression

red mushroom

Ravi Kiran

By Tony Williams

partial sight

his life

in a goldfish bowl

Tony Williams


my hand stuck out

to feel the sting

Tony Williams

Tuesday, April 9, 2024

By Nitu Yumnam

earthen pot

the shape i take

shifting homes

Nitu Yumnam

By Elliot Diamond

shadow dance

the coyote howels…

a karaoke moon

Elliot Diamond

By Jennifer Gurney

on the edges

of my periphery—

you live

Jennifer Gurney

By Kathabela Wilson

I took the dragon

by the tail held onto it

my compass

circle after circle in sand

it drew me inward

Kathabela Wilson

By Olinda Ninolakis

Y is why

not an ypsilon

all Greek to me

Olinda Ninolakis

By Mark Gilbert

cherry blossoms

and then some snow

April fool

Mark Gilbert

By Stephen Toft

moonlit snow

a fox prints

her own poem

Stephen Toft

By Samo Kreutz

gentle dawn ...

the haiku remains


Samo Kreutz

By Manoj Sharma

pendulum swing

I let the memory


Manoj Sharma


office window

the ascending aroma

from the alley bakery

Manoj Sharma

long night

the lonely baying

of a stray dog

Manoj Sharma

March wind

a drifting leaf settles

on my shoulder

Manoj Sharma

ancestral well


my foremothers

Manoj Sharma

By Timothy Daly

stale bread we can’t break the silence

Timothy Daly

blackberry bush this bitter departure

Timothy Daly

the side they don’t see of me half moon

Timothy Daly

By Jackie Chou

no water lilies

but rock reflections

in the winter pond

I look for beauty

in the cold and gray

Jackie Chou

a stone Buddha

on the garden path

reminds me

it was many years ago

I last lit incense

Jackie Chou

two blue-tailed birds

hopping in and out

of a fallen tree

all the things I cannot name

on my midday walk

Jackie Chou

the sky tonight

bereft of the moon

and stars...

I write a love poem

about airplanes

Jackie Chou

By Anthony Ward

Did I waste myself on excess,

Wanting too much

Until it became too little?

Anthony Ward


To see the moon and hear the loon

Is to feel what night is made of

Anthony Ward

Leaves dance to the rhythm of the rain

Anthony Ward

By Noga Shemer

above or below

i will always be here when

wildflowers return

Noga Shemer

how many, he asks

infinite, is her answer

azalea petals

Noga Shemer


leave the door open

so I may hear you trying

not to disturb me

Noga Shemer



i worry for you

but you've been through this before

daffodils in snow

Noga Shemer

Sunday, April 7, 2024

By Debbie Strange

the world careens

from crisis to crisis  . . .

pumpkin toadlets

image and words Debbie Strange


vegan picnic

three scoops of daisies

in my cone

image and words Debbie Strange


Friday, April 5, 2024

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

romanian village —

the sun rises from a basket

of field flowers

Steliana Cristina Voicu

By Georg Cook

Milk spilt

Nothing is meant to remain

Contained forever

Georg Cook

Sands shift

The eviction notice


Georg Cook

By Leanne Mumford

market day—

a woman tying bundles

of fresh lavender

Leanne Mumford

By Wanda Amos

then and now

the declining number

of beetles

Wanda Amos

women in black

the harvest of their wombs

cold in the earth

Wanda Amos

By Vandana Parashar

Indian market

all the vehicles parked

in no parking zone

Vandana Parashar

stirring a storm

in the puddle

strong wind

Vandana Parashar

By Bonnie J Scherer

snow –

dozens of Inuit words

none easy to shovel

Bonnie J Scherer

moths nibbling on wool fingerless gloves

Bonnie J Scherer

peel after peel the onion still

Bonnie J Scherer

By Goran Gatalica

morning wind . . .

the birdsong too

rooted to sky

Goran Gatalica


sunny spot —

cultivating a garden

in our yard

Goran Gatalica

By Steve Van Allen

dry winter leaves

slowly overtaken

by greens of March

Steve Van Allen

By Hassane Zemmouri

as long as time nostalgia

Hassane Zemmouri

By Joshua Gage

drum solo

her red stiletto

trying to keep time

Joshua Gage

By Jeff Burt

The moon lights the plum

petals, a thousand candles

and birds yet to rise

Jeff Burt

By Xiaoou Chen


the calf’s lifted foot

hangs in the air

Xiaoou Chen

By Richard Bailly


trunk in tail

elephant couple

Richard Bailly

By Scott Wiggerman

room to grow

the yukuta

envelops us both

Scott Wiggerman

low water crossing the missteps

Scott Wiggerman

closed clinic

another choice


Scott Wiggerman

By Louise Hopewell

red desert

sheep bones scattered

among everlastings

Louise Hopewell

botanic gardens

the welcome sign decorated

with pigeon poo

Louise Hopewell

By Janet Ruth

too much bad news brewing a cup of tea

Janet Ruth



fresh-cut-grass smell

at twelve, reading Nancy Drew

in the tree house

Janet Ruth

By Tuyet Van Do

music pumping

in the skating rink

a dog on wheels

Tuyet Van Do

morning sun

among the golden fields

colored umbrellas

Tuyet Van Do

casting worries

in the open sea

a lone fisherman

Tuyet Van Do

By Ezio Infantino

lonely moon …

the flashing red lights

on the skyscraper

Ezio Infantino