Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Sunday, April 21, 2024

By Fhen M.

Hundred billion stars in the galaxy

peering only at the Polaris.

Fhen M.



Eyeballs catching the Kingfisher

flying from tree to tree.

Fhen M.



Stayed to see the sun disappear

to watch my love: Lupus constellation.

Fhen M.

By Srini

punctuating my sleeplessness dripping tap

Srini

By Yasir Farooq

keyhole cobweb—

i enter

the ancient cave

Yasir Farooq



rain shower

the wet fledglings

on the swaying tree

Yasir Farooq

Saturday, April 20, 2024

By Kelly Sargent

reaped harvest —

my teenager says hello

to the homeless woman

Kelly Sargent



the childhood I wish I had dandelion puff

Kelly Sargent



wild fig tree

bent seaward —

how I long

once more

to long

Kelly Sargent

By Rita Melissano

this solitude…

a cloud cloaking my days

with ease

the silence no word

wants to escape

Rita Melissano



sitting

on a slice of moon

she smiles

without feeling the sharp

edge of the dark side


Rita Melissano


writing

on the mind’s walls

all is lost

the red ink of a heart lasts

forever like a swan feather

Rita Melissano



endless sky...

where

the sun goes to sleep

Rita Melissano

By Susan Burch

city co-op garden –

not even my own

empire of dirt

Susan Burch



horrible day –

my haiku

grow fangs

Susan Burch

By Katherine E Winnick

wolf moon

a solitary daffodil

waves in the wind


Katherine E Winnick

By Kristen Lindquist

first vulture . . .

imagining the past lives

of this old pine


Kristen Lindquist



sun halo

the overlapping orbits

of vultures in flight


Kristen Lindquist



lazy creek . . .

the morning air hazy

with willow fluff


Kristen Lindquist

 

Wednesday, April 17, 2024

Today Is International Haiku Day

By Patrick Kitchen

mountain town

help wanted signs

in every window

Patrick Kitchen



summer heat

a box of my things

on her front porch

Patrick Kitchen



weeding where should I begin

Patrick Kitchen

By Wiesław Karliński

spring full moon

brightens the garden

yesterday's laundry

Wiesław Karliński



bird singing

goes silent for a moment

woodcutter's axe

Wiesław Karliński