dabbing
on my charcoal drawing
something of you
in
each contour
Arvinder Kaur
cold moon
one more silhouette
mingles
into fog
Arvinder Kaur
leaves drop
each one goes down
with
a dance
Arvinder Kaur
Monday, April 29, 2024
By D. V. Rozic
In the Pasture
I was in my mother's arms, the raindrops pounding on our black umbrella, just above my head. Her left arm around me, holding the umbrella as well. In her right hand she held a rope tied to the head of our cow.
on the rope
connecting us with the cow
rainbow raindrops
D. V. Rozic
By Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă
a pair of doves
singing at my window —
calling
for seeds
Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă