swallows
and leaves the shape of the year
Mark Gilbert
between the scarf
and the parka
a
sliver of sunlight
Mark Gilbert
drawing circles
around rectangles
an
owl’s geometry
Mark Gilbert
swallows
and leaves the shape of the year
Mark Gilbert
between the scarf
and the parka
a
sliver of sunlight
Mark Gilbert
drawing circles
around rectangles
an
owl’s geometry
Mark Gilbert
away
all
little
yellow
leaf
life
boats
Michael
Nickels-Wisdom
every
day
every
thing
balanced
upon
the
foundations
of the
earth
Michael Nickels-Wisdom
cackling geese —
will we ever listen
to
climate scientists?
Marjolein Rotsteeg
foggy night
the muffled screech
of a
barn owl
Marjolein Rotsteeg
whispering leaves
uncovering
your
secret
Marjolein Rotsteeg
day moon
the fear of being known
inside
out
Alvin B. Cruz
on a train looking out
the window
I wonder
how much of life
has
passed me by
Alvin B, Cruz
the
long drive home ...
just Patsy Cline
and me
Joseph P.
Wechselberger
crescent
moon
a field of purple cauliflower
waiting for harvest
Joseph P. Wechselberger
earth
shoes when we were one
Stephanie Zepherelli
the
last rung on the ladder floodwaters
Stephanie Zpherelli
embroidered birds
on her pillow
flying
away
Stephanie Zepherelli
the children
bury their dolls
autumn
leaves
Sarah Paris
election night
even the Halloween ghosts
look
scared
Sarah Paris
night by night
how I age
crescent
moon
Biswajit Mishra
my enigma
when I have nothing
to do
I have no time
for
anything
Biswajit Mishra
living in the moment
a cloud becomes
rain
Vandana Parashar
wind through a crack
the flowers
arrange
themselves
Vandana Parashar
night bus
every head rolled
to
side
Vandana Parashar
the
world without a word winter woods
Vandana Parashar
ferry crossing
the river water churns
underneath us
I hold tight to the rail
and
your unspoken words
Nalini Shetty
saffron robes
flutter in the breeze
Ganges twilight
behind you a silhouette
I
can’t reach
Nalini Shetty
tornado
warning
the comfort
of gran’s rosary
Mona Bedi
incessant
rain i let the old dog in
Mona Bedi
distant
thunder —
how we have changed
over the years
Mona
Bedi
I
learn to live
with imperfections
windfall apples
Mona
Bedi
wandering
through her room
to hold near
once-treasured gifts
she
left behind
C. Jean Downer
a childhood
in the peripheral
I convince myself
I will always
have
enough
C. Jean Downer
ocean
breeze...
together we walk
the life-long jetty
Susan Lee Roberts
onion—
layers
of
unexpressed sweetness
Susan Lee Roberts
football field—
a sparrow holds
the
goal post
Neena Singh
insomnia
stray dogs bark
all
night
Neena Singh
margosa shade
the corn seller
fans
her coal
Neena Singh
red chrysanthemum —
the
color of a memory
Elena Zouain
silence of the forest —
the deer’s bellow
reaches
the moon
Elena Zouain
forced perspective
finding pockets
in
the shallows
Jerome Berglund
thumb, forefinger
disentangling
the
leaves
Jerome Berglund
beneath
the clouded surface
glimpses
of movement
Jerome Berglund
the number of
planes buzzing overhead
now outnumbers
the clouds, the birds
even
the stars
Jennifer Gurney
days shortening
little by little
leaning
into fall
Jennifer
Gurney
lost glove
he warms her hand
in
both of his
Barrie Levine
phantom ring
on her left hand
stages
of grief
Barrie Levine
roundabout
we get through it
Susan Burch
peacock brooch
when did I stop
feeling
pretty
Susan Burch
yellow tablecloth
a handful of sage
starting to crumble
Chad Henry
midsummer dusk
rain on the skylight
the cat hears it first
Chad Henry
the silence
it brings
prairie
frost
Bryan Rickert
pretending
I’m a gardener–
three tomato harvest
Bryan Rickert
digging out
a thorn
this struggle
to remove
you
Bryan Rickert
God
god
a god
no
god
John J. Dunphy
visitation
the deceased and I wear
the
same color tie
John J. Dunphy
communion Sunday
our church's body of Christ
gluten-free
John J. Dunphy
walk as usual
but this time the magic
of
leaf shadows
Arvinder Kaur
woven
into my insignificance gossamer threads
Arvinder Kau
when
I was young
and a cat
and not some kind of man
Tony
Williams
an
owl’s
vowels
around midnight
Tony Williams
winter
lavender how I know you’re here
John Pappas
dropping blossoms
how little of this world
is
ours
John Pappas
Sunday Service
the way the Archangel
from the stained glass
scatters its light
on
your shoulder
Steliana Cristina Voicu
one more
night without you…
just the wind
and the autumn lights
grow
at my window
Steliana Cristina Voicu
Lush green, freshly cut
Golden rays caress the edges
Crafty,
plastic turf
Jiel Narvekar
hometown memories
I still hold on to
snowflakes
in the wind
Chen-ou Liu
happy or not
just to be as I am ...
patches
of fog
Chen-ou Liu
ephemeral morning moon
like so many things
in
this transient world
Steve Van Allen
an old shoe
sinking into the earth
its
silent tongue
John Hawkhead
anniversary
she folds his shirt’s arms
around
her
John Hawkhead
jumping off the pier
not sure how far down
or
if I'll drown
Stephen Jarrell Williams
breathing in
deep thoughts from years ago
recurring
dreams
Stephen Jarrell Williams
singing
the desert sunrise yellow warbler
Sharon Martina
sharing
our deepest secrets autumn leaves
Sharon Martina
heavy snowfall
her tendency
to
overshare
Sharon Martina
sled hill
the sound of kids
careening
into winter
Sharon Martina
his white beard grew out
'til it covered up his name—
December
headstone
M. Benjamin Thorne
leaves of crimson hue
dance in autumn's gentle breeze
nature's
farewell waltz
Evgeny Khvalkov
softening
the edges of cold
snow
blanket
Katrina Serwe
color of the sun
pressed into earth
a
maple leaf
Katrina Serwe
in front
of the hospital mortuary
a
blooming paradise
Tejendra Sherchan
news
the monsoon exits
my
country
Tejendra Sherchan
in
some other life
we are happy together
destiny was
kind
entwined like ancient great oaks
but here we are lost
in woods
Peter Devonald
we wonder with sighs
if rains will ever stop tears
if floods
will forget
will old weary ways remain
or will we just
build fresh hell
Peter Devonald
When we die do our
eyes open or close I must
know
dad just because
Jeremy Nathan Marks
waiting for snowfall
Nevermore the next day
a
raven’s cry
Thomas Smith
sunrise and sunset
autumn migrations
pass
me by
Thomas Smith
gravesite service
a
goldfinch tucks baby’s breath
into the nest
Jo Balistreri
flowering
maples in autumn mist the orange bells barely
Jo Balistreri