Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Sunday, April 21, 2024

By Sébastien Revon

argument aftermath

under winter rain

the dog and I

Sébastien Revon

By Anwitha Sudeep

garden

the smallest lily

loses a petal


Anwitha Sudeep



behind the clouds

a shriveled fish in the

eagle's beak


Anwitha Sudeep

By Nancy Brady

penguin love

he presents her

with a shiny pebble

Nancy Brady



wildflower walk

along the trail they see

a walking stick

Nancy Brady

By Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

brown bunny

the alliteration

in its hop hop hop

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury



soft kiss

a morning brush

of sunlight


Suraja Menon Roychowdhury


narcissus...

how you force me

to look at you

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

By Simon De Courcey

peat bog days

the dead creep into

conversation

Simon De Courcey

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