By Ishan Anagh

grey morning

along an eagle’s flight

the passing sky

Ishan Anagh

 

a bookmark…

carried from book to book

endings

Ishan Anagh

 

late afternoon –

my father’s voice

growing old in the wind

Ishan Anagh

By Melissa Laussmann

first buds

heed its call

spring moon

Melissa Laussmann

cherry blossoms–

this ephemeral life

whispers in the dark

Melissa Laussmann

 

twilight breeze–

the scent of jasmine

lingers on her robe

Melissa Laussmann

By Susan Yavaniski

pollinator patch

Mother Earth

on life support

Susan Yavaniski

dark sky sanctuary

the Dipper catches

another satellite

Susan Yavaniski

mud season

up to my ears

in travel brochures

Susan Yavaniski

melting glacier

a loophole

in the law

Susan Yavaniski

By Joanna Ashwell

day moon

just a fable

in darkness

Joanna Ashwell

 

night lantern

the wishing star

of a dream

Joanna Ashwell

 

snow dark

the inner silence

of a wish

Joanna Ashwell

By Wanda Amos

head banging

to a backbeat

the mosh pit mayhem

Wanda Amos

common sense calls…

breaking the glass ceiling

with self-belief

she cuts through

the bullshit

Wanda Amos

 

 

 date night where to now

Wanda Amos

 

pressing snooze

...again

the cat and i

Wanda Amos

By Sharon Ferrante

waning moon

the point he tries to make

fading

Sharon Ferrante

he can’t sleep

so he writes me a poem

about the cricket

in the corner

that never sleeps

Sharon Ferrante

afternoon tea

strong stories

brewing

Sharon Ferrante

a long day

I shake the regrets

from my wings


Sharon Ferrante

By Richard Bailly

primeval atom

expanding infinitely

time and space

Richard Bailly

heading

toward the coast

night rain

Richard Bailly

By Maya Daneva

spring deepens   the colour of this tree


Maya Daneva

marshy lake

on either side

mating frogs

Maya Daneva

By Govind Joshi

valley of flowers

entering the twilight

mountain trail
 

Govind Joshi

early departure

the silence

of the chicks

Govind Joshi

By Ruth Holzer

 

reaching

through the chain-link fence

one white iris

Ruth Holzer

at the end

of the familiar journey

this time

I won't find mom or dad

or anyone I know

Ruth Holzer

By Alvin B. Cruz

in the woods

a loneliness silenced

by birdsong

Alvin B. Cruz

hospice window

moonlight enters

without permission

Alvin B. Cruz