Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Monday, April 29, 2024

By Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

a pair of doves

singing at my window —

calling for seeds

Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

Saturday, April 27, 2024

By Mircea Moldovan

temptation

to look over the fence

spring fever

Mircea Moldovan



two crows

they share a worm

countryside life

Mircea Moldovan

By Rupa Anand

in hand-spun gold

she eclipses the sun

noon wedding

Rupa Anand



wedding rush

mother's beads

neatly laid out

Rupa Anand

By Alvin B. Cruz

used poetry book

a skeleton leaf

on a love poem

Alvin B. Cruz



writer's block

he stirs his cup

of tea

Alvin B. Cruz

By David Ngo

one road

upon another—

shoulders to stand on

David Ngo



treasure the moment

if only I could message

yesterday's self

David Ngo



life's journey seeks

to fill the blanks

David Ngo

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