Cold Moon Journal

cold moon the hot nightlife of the city   Mirela Brăilean

double time ... a squirrel skitters  across the pickets B.A. France

winter Galaxy mother asking my name again Mirela Brăilean

morning fog smoothing the rough edges of our city Silk~

flooding the mountain valley ... December fog Cherry A

cold moon spinning in the void the old disc Mirela Brăilean

emptying the mind of all the year’s troubles ... rainfall   B.A. France

sprinkler rainbow birthday girl leaps to the other side Ron Scully

front yard child puts on her face mask as she approaches our snowman John J. Dunphy

fallen leaves... the box turtle moves on Greg Schwartz

first frost granny preps the salted cod Silk~

a single ornament on the Christmas tree in a ditch John J. Dunphy

the wind in my hair a dusting of moonrise   Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

burial night not quite long enough for us to find all of the stars   Stephen Toft

autumn trees soon to become completely naked one by one I let go of attachments Jackie Chou

on the wings of a moth a poem   Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

winter Galaxy a drop of milk in my coffee Mirela Brăilean

origami cranes ... another winter without dad Cherry A