sandy beach
being washed away
jealous storms Stephen Williams
at the spring in my cupped palms his thirsty lips Mirela Brăilean
secrets of the moor—
buried forever
the peat cutter’s sighs
Katja Fox
a swirl of clouds the shape of my day in tears
Ellen Kom
aginghis wrinkles on her face Vladislav Hristov
first cold — let's go to breathe the last rose
Angiola Inglese
windows
not one raindrop
out of place
Adrian Bouter
breezy evening…
wind chimes fail to find
a pleasant tune
Rob McKinnon
what the mind
asks of the heart
plum blossoms
C.F. Tash
sunchoke flowers —
the sun i was looking for
behind gray clouds
Maria Tosti
morning newspaper
the only thing dad
looks forward to, now
Priti Khullar