Cold Moon Journal

from the dawn light of these woods she flies  into the tamarind tree   to feed her chick . . . Rupa Anand

lines of geese honk flying north with the sun rush hour Ruth Happel   * whole world in snail’s shell pulled behind him everywhere ...

starlit night — I tell my children the stories grandma told me Ram Chandran

night heron still hunting the day moon Mark Forrester

a bee, hovering dangling her legs in the buzz Mark Gilbert

who I was and long to be adrift clouds with shadows evan coram *   through oak boughs the porch light on and off evan coram

not sure if I want to be reborn mayflies Mona Bedi

morning mist layered on the river ... this floating life Chen-ou Liu * the departure door closed between mother and me ......

First lizard this year on the mountain trail, tiny, resolute. Yay spring. Beate Sigriddaughter

Merlot sky — we renew our vows 25 years after Steliana Cristina Voicu

daybreak stars spilling into the sea lost in sleep Robert Witmer

Window dressing        Putting brand new clothing on Empty ideas Robert Frede Kenter

c ontrail em dash punctuates the sky JL Huffman

sunflowers stand tall above the weeds in the ditch— raindrops on my arms J. D. Nelson

  Winter night Two ducks huddle under moonlight Janet Krauss

the bittersweetness of pomegranate seeds … did you ever love me? Joseph P. Wechselberger

Not a single Cloud in the sky The day opens wide Jennifer Gurney

full moon the ebb and flow of our breaths John Hawkhead * funeral planning the very last time I’ll wear a tie Jo...