Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Saturday, April 27, 2024

By Govind Joshi

forest range

we wait

for elephants' crossing

Govind Joshi



cricket season

this night

a song

Govind Joshi

By Susan Lee Roberts

as the fog lifts . . .

daffodils and dandelions

jump out


Susan Lee Roberts



placid lake

one kayak

and a string of ducklings


Susan Lee Roberts

By Janet Krauss

We create memory

to defy the erasures

of time

Janet Krauss

By Mike Gallagher

beech canopy

the raindrops loud

on his hat

Mike Gallagher



the fragrance

of a moonflower trumpets

a wren's night song


Mike Gallagher



rolling downhill

the peaty breath

of the mountain

Mike Gallagher

By Adrian Bouter

    what

quiet

   magpies

Adrian Bouter



nothing's changed

in his tool shed

spider webs

Adrian Bouter

By Eugeniusz Zacharski

time of war...

a formation of geese

splits into two


Eugeniusz Zacharski

Friday, April 26, 2024

By Ram Chandran

Longing


the longing

to hug my little daughter—

waiting for next visitation day


my longing

to belong to an another world—

a sparrow's nest


a bird on my windowsill—

my longing

to fly in the vast blue sky

Ram Chandran

By Mark Hendrickson

Swallows


blind date

new bird

on the wire


two birds flit

from tree to tree;

home shopping


getting takeout

while his wife watches the kids

he gathers worms

Mark Hendrickson

Monday, April 22, 2024

By Belinda Behne

sun kisses earth goodnight

an explosion of crimson

drenches the sky


children buried in rubble

cry for food and for peace

Belinda Behne



far away

almost beyond memory

my father's voice

Belinda Behne



out of the ashes

wild violets

bloom

Belinda Behne



losing the path

deep in the forest

I find myself


deep in the forest

losing myself

I find the path


losing the path

I find myself

deep in the forest

Belinda Behne

Sunday, April 21, 2024

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

two

exchanging glances over laptops

Starbucks

Joseph P. Wechselberger



snowmelt

the slow drip and pooling

of fluid from the old car

Joseph P. Wechselberger



as if

he never existed

the baby’s unmarked grave

Joseph P. Wechselberger