By cp howes

on a pond

steps to the sun

water lilies

cp howes

cryptic postcards

From interstellar lasers

crop circles

cp howes

By Steve Van Allen

spring wind

old man's radio

jazz blown away

Steve Van Allen

a single yellow leaf

floats onto an old blue bench

as it has for years

Steve Van Allen

By Sarah Mahina Calvello

This sorrow

Predictable but

Expected

Sarah Mahina Calvello

By Kavita Ratna

food-drop

empty hands

skyward

Kavita Ratna

By Randy Brooks

school shooting

friends in the woods

build a cairn

Randy Brooks

By Simon De Courcey

einkorn husks

she watches mice

at twilight

Simon De Courcey

By Elena Zouain

faded cherry

blossoms –

I am not alone

Elena Zouain

By Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

spring weather –

on the blanket of childhood

the cat and her kittens

Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

By Janet Krauss

Listen to the silence

before the hush of chimes

answers the summer breeze

Janet Krauss

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

barefoot path

into the heart of the woods

shelter of trees

Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Ram Chandran

night sky...

I tell my stories

to passing clouds

Ram Chandran

By David Cox

tea gargled

down in this whirring car

unceremonious

David Cox

By Don Brandis

The Little Bighorn

a gentle slope of sagebrush

sand   gravestones    silence

more then than now still weighted

with passing toward forgotten

Don Brandis

By Bernadette O' Reilly

slow walk to what i do not want

Bernadette O' Reilly

By Xiaoou Chen

deserted bedroom

her nightdress carries

a faint scent still

Xiaoou Chen

By Robert Witmer

an old wagon

heavy with hay

remembering the rain

Robert Witmer

sunrise

bursts into the room

the brass buddha winks

Robert Witmer

sundown

in a barren field

the scarecrow nods

Robert Witmer

shadows

under the stairs

milk for a one-eyed cat

Robert Witmer

a grand piano

hanging from a window

our last goodbye

Robert Witmer

By Stephanie Zepherelli

cracked teapot

filling cups with

fond memories

Stephanie Zepherelli

between us

a flickering candle . . .

shared secrets

Stephanie Zepherelli

quiet pond

dipping a toe

in shimmering moons

Stephanie Zepherelli

enjoying nothing

in particular

and everything

Stephanie Zepherelli

By Daniela Misso

an open book

left on a tree stump . . .

ants pass by

Daniela Misso

silence between us –

the stones cast shadows

on the sand

Daniela Misso

grass sprouts

I immerse myself

in a book

Daniela Misso

By Biswajit Mishra

harvest moon

not enough to feed

the poets

Biswajit Mishra

By Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

sunshine

all around me

the silence of houseplants

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

By Oscar Luparia

oneness

your inner spring

makes my soul bloom

Oscar Luparia

solitary pine . . .

the place where I'll stop

when I am gone

Oscar Luparia

By Joshua St. Claire

no echo

the sharpness

of cricketsong

Joshua St. Claire

By Tsanka Shishkova

birds

without their nests

wildfire


Tsanka Shishkova

By Eugeniusz Zacharski

mild breeze

mother's hand

caresses my face

Eugeniusz Zacharski

By Brad Bennett

a lightness

to our leaving

garden webs

Brad Bennett

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

aunt house without aunt…

all my haiga

in her vineyard

Steliana Cristina Voicu

timeless garden —

my children playing

my childhood games

Steliana Cristina Voicu

By David Ngo

in the valley's depth,

a spring gushes forth.

David Ngo

By Nancie Zivetz-Gertler

resting in the shade

i listen to a river

telling its stories

Nancie Zivetz-Gertler

it's hard to find clothes

when you're almost seventy

and you feel brand new

Nancie Zivetz-Gertler

By Bonnie J Scherer

concertina

stretching spring

into summer


Bonnie J Scherer

By Mike Fainzilber

adjusting a picture frame

the world

in place

Mike Fainzilber

memorial service

replacing the priest

a jazz quartet

Mike Fainzilber

butterflies

many lives later

migration’s end

Mike Fainzilber

By Mark Forrester

cracking open

the cool shale

an ancient fern

Mark Forrester

By Maurizio Brancaleoni

thickened fog —

I still delude myself

she will love me

Maurizio Brancaleoni

By Mircea Moldovan

forsythia, the morning walk of a priestess

Mircea Moldovan

By Monica Kakkar

slew of signatures . . .

even with lengthening days

we run out of time


Monica Kakkar

By Pat Davis

saturday

the jingle from mama's

apron pockets

Pat Davis

on a ginko

sounds of contentment

from his wheelchair

Pat Davis