By Mirela Brăilean

at the spring

in my cupped palms

his thirsty lips


Mirela Brăilean

By Katja Fox

secrets of the moor— 

buried forever

the peat cutter’s sighs

Katja Fox

By Ellen Kom

a swirl of clouds

the shape of my day

in tears

Ellen Kom

By Vladislav Hristov

aging

his wrinkles

on her face


Vladislav Hristov

By Angiola Inglese

first cold —

let's go to breathe

the last rose

Angiola Inglese

By Adrian Bouter

windows

not one raindrop

out of place

Adrian Bouter

By Rob McKinnon

breezy evening…

wind chimes fail to find

a pleasant tune

Rob McKinnon

By C.F. Tash

what the mind 

asks of the heart 

plum blossoms

C.F. Tash

By Maria Tosti

sunchoke flowers —

the sun i was looking for

behind gray clouds

Maria Tosti

By Priti Khullar

morning newspaper

the only thing dad

looks forward to, now

Priti Khullar

By Nani Mariani

gripping cold

towards the end of the year

world peace

Nani Mariani