fill the interlude
with a depth of meaning … cold wet wind
B.A. France
snowflakes softening the voices of the protesters
Florin C. Ciobica
the cry
of autumn –
forest floor
C.X.Turner
first snow
a garden flamingo
tries to fly
Mircea Moldovan
blizzard . . .
digging out
the last log
Kathleen Vasek Trocmet
carrom game ...
my daughter grabs
a full moon
Amrutha Prabhu
day moon –
I wait for you
to notice me
me time my favorite teacup and matching saucer
Priti Khullar
darkness . . .
the owl's hoot
flies away
just
big enough for us—
country church
Pippa Phillips
golden hour—
he rakes his shadow
into the leaves