Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Monday, June 24, 2024

By Diane Funston

Athena’s tags

mosaicked onto headstone

her collar

never returned by vet

unless it’s in the ashes

Diane Funston



after our long vacation

away from poetry groups

I return

but still entranced

by Mexico’s colors

Diane Funston

By Shawn Blair

cold moon

her silhouette

in the window

Shawn Blair



going gray

a fish crow disappears

into sea fog

Shawn Blair

 

 

lace curtains . . .

snowflakes blackening

the road

Shawn Blair



mourning doves

in the park

a pair

of Civil War cannons

blazing in the sun

Shawn Blair

 

 

bone broth

smoke rising

over the quarry

Shawn Blair



spring night

a ladder not quite reaching

the cat

Shawn Blair

By Joanna Ashwell

if only

these golden flowers

were sunrise

Joanna Ashwell



holding a part

of our dream

dandelion meadow

Joanna Ashwell

By Laurie Kuntz

A mother's voice:

the stillness of trees

before a burst of blossom.

Laurie Kuntz



From my view

the ocean offers little relief

still I look.

Laurie Kuntz

By Jonathan English

Mockingbird song

the empty cherry tree

overflowing

Jonathan English


circle of full moon

shining through mist and pine

even in this city

Jonathan English



moist spring earth

the wings of the butterfly

lifting

Jonathan English

 

 

spring serenade—

under the green holly tree

the bumblebee and I

Jonathan English

By Susan Lee Roberts

campfire embers

a flute sweetens

the darkness


Susan Lee Roberts



summer picnic—

shimmering leaves

shower me in song


Susan Lee Roberts

Wednesday, June 19, 2024

By Elena Zouain

hammock –

evening falls before

the afterword

Elena Zouain



summer rain –

in my garden the blue hydrangea

even bluer


Elena Zouain


summer solstice –

I listen to the whispers

of scented shadows


Elena Zouain


white roses –

the moon keeps

the secret


Elena Zouain

Tuesday, June 18, 2024

By Stephanie Zepherelli

silhouettes

on the café wall

telling stories

Stephanie Zepherelli

By Lakshman Bulusu

a summer ginkgo walk –

Isha, Basho, and Issa

in every verse I write

Lakshman Bulusu

By S.Eta Grubešić

Robin chirping

brought to life in my mind

your touch –

one more kiss

and I would join you.

S.Eta Grubešić



twigs

S.Eta Grubešić

Monday, June 17, 2024

By Poh Jes

 

at the orange slides

the spotted pigeon and I

day off

image and words Poh Jes