Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Tuesday, March 26, 2024

By Nancy Brady

hunt and peck

starlings cover

the neighbor's yard

Nancy Brady



they all say

it's gas

his first smile

Nancy Brady



nearly spring

the days and her shadow

lengthen

Nancy Brady



black ice...

the danger of saying

the wrong thing

Nancy Brady

By Jennifer Gurney

when the waves slow down

and the ocean rests—

evening

Jennifer Gurney



dusk—

the ideal time

moon shadow

 

Jennifer Gurney



hard to tell

where mountain peaks end

clouds begin


Jennifer Gurney



quiet—

the still, small voice

between the doubt

 

Jennifer Gurney

By Tsanka Shishkova

sweet slumber

in the moonlight

wings of love


Tsanka Shishkova



rising sun

lotus recovers

after the storm

Tsanka Shishkova

By Rita R. Melissano, Ph.D.

walking barefoot

a thousand times

the sand remembers us

Rita R. Melissano, Ph.D.

By Elena Zouain

late mowing —

no more bees in the hive

Elena Zouain



snow moon over sea —

one more journey in solitude

Elena Zouain

By Nancie Zivetz-Gertler

an innermost flood

the landscape forever changed

when her water broke

Nancie Zivetz-Gertler



tending her garden

the woman with dementia

remembers who's who

Nancie Zivetz-Gertler



through hospital doors

the smell of earth after rain

hands me one more day

Nancie Zivetz-Gertler



she wonders aloud

what might burn through the darkness

and asks for a star

Nancie Zivetz-Gertler

By Eugeniusz Zacharski

between

silt and sleet

carp season

Eugeniusz Zacharski



periodic table

the stars that flow

through us

Eugeniusz Zacharski

By Alvin B. Cruz

heavy snow

her bereavement leave

runs out

Alvin B. Cruz



sand between my toes...

i carry the sound

of waves

Alvin B. Cruz

By Amin Jacek Pędziwiater

stargazing

on a cloudless night

clear consciousness

Amin Jacek Pędziwiater

 

By Carmela Marino

winter solstice

in the drawer money

for the last trip

Carmela Marino



a little girl

discovers her shadow

bamboo shoots

Carmela Marino

Sunday, March 24, 2024

By Oscar Luparia

in a random bookshop

just for the addictive smell

of printed paper


Oscar Luparia




tailwind . . .

my running performance

one minute shorter

Oscar Luparia



sound of water

even the long winter

goes by

poem and photo: Oscar Luparia