By Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

a snarl

the sinuous wrap

of his purr

repose

on the doorstep, the warrior

—and a dead bird

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

By Kelly Sargent

foster care bedroom

on the walls

cherry blossoms

Kelly Sargent

my origin story

in mother’s eyes . . .

ancient starlight

Kelly Sargent

By Anthony Lusardi

 

morning rain

with thunder . . .

breathing techniques

to nurse the hangover

and the heartache


Anthony Lusardi

determined to live

from her window

and in bed

the chemo patient

watching leaves fall

Anthony Lusardi

By Mark Hendrickson

I remember

they were her favorites

forget-me-nots

Mark Hendrickson

trumpets raised

for fallen soldiers

peace lilies


Mark Hendrickson

By Douglas J. Lanzo

grandma’s final blessing

a shooting star sparkles

then fades


Douglas J. Lanzo

dust bowl

a mother partridge

lathering sand

Douglas J. Lanzo

runaway train

an EF5 tornado

catches the caboose


Douglas J. Lanzo

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