Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Tuesday, March 26, 2024

By John Zheng

gossip mill fast food in all seasons

John Zheng


 

long shutdown the stone path sprawled with silence

John Zheng



sundown a hobo’s shadow drags into moonrise

John Zheng



disordered books stacked in order in my mind

John Zheng

By B. L. Bruce

forest path

wooden railing

worn smooth


B. L. Bruce


summer pond

the doe takes

a quiet drink


B. L. Bruce



new moon

the company

of stars


B. L. Bruce


 

hope

the ship’s

light


B. L. Bruce



desert nightfall

sleep comes

with moonlight

B. L. Bruce

By Nicoletta Ignatti

bombed house—

in every room

a new green lawn

Nicoletta Ignatti



night in the garden—

in our memories

scent of jasmine

Nicoletta Ignatti



olive tree plantation—

the cold wind sings

among the silver branches

 

Nicoletta Ignatti



our steps slow

as he tells the story—

winter sun

Nicoletta Ignatti

 

 

spring snow thaw—

melting slowly

my old pain

 

Nicoletta Ignatti

By Herb Tate

snow moon

a well-lit face

in the diner window

Herb Tate



clear water

a stone through a memory

of a ripple

Herb Tate



alarm clock

the time that tells

when the rooster crows

Herb Tate

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