By Sreenath

earthen pot  –

the lady pours cool water

into my cupped hands

Sreenath

By Madisen Bellon

comet dances down

spitting fire, ash, and stardust

imprints on earth’s skin.

Madisen Bellon

By Govind Joshi

after the blossoms

bees too arrive

on the plum tree

Govind Joshi

By Hassane Zemmouri

amber scent...

on a fasting evening

a deep prayer

could it

erase all the sorrow?

Hassane Zemmouri

By Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

spring breeze –

 on the easel

 the buds bloom

Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

By Ron Scully

nightingale

if I might have this dance

I would sing with you

Ron Scully

By Paul Callus

monologue

beside my mother’s grave

I share the latest news
 

Paul Callus

By Vivien Eliades

Maundy Thursday bells

we walk the local footpaths

admiring poppies

Vivien Eliades

By Samo Kreutz

old comb ...

the orchid scent

disentangled

Samo Kreutz

By Françoise Maurice

wild grasses

the breath of the wind

In her light hair

Françoise Maurice

By Goran Lowie

abandoned teddy

his playfulness

imprisoned by time

Goran Lowie