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

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

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

By Poh Jes

 

at the orange slides

the spotted pigeon and I

day off

image and words Poh Jes

By Eugeniusz Zacharski

low tide

life comes out of the sea

again

Eugeniusz Zacharski

killer heat

at the watering hole

a pack of wolves

Eugeniusz Zacharski

By Rita Melissano

tangoing as one    forgotten step

Rita Melissano

 

 

she's still here

for some strange reason

clocks run backwards                                           

the storm after the quiet                        

a phoenix's return to ashes   

Rita Melissano

countless years

when our life was a rainbow

in the night

tête-à-tête, cheek to cheek,

holding a thousand candles      

Rita Melissano

listening

to the voice within

the mirror...

its whispers a breath

left in the fog

Rita Melissano

 

 

what is left                          

of the Japanese garden                     

the lantern

a lighthouse sitting on a bluff                         

above the blue, smooth pebbles


Rita Melissano       

By Scott F. Parker

pasture gate latched

on either side

no fence

Scott F. Parker

after the rain

all the happy grass

waving in the wind

Scott F. Parker

turtles on the shore

keeping busy

maintaining stillness


Scott F. Parker

By Katharine Angelina Love

my heart is beach glass

 translucent, delicate, mauve

 softened by the sand

Katharine Angelina Love

By Surya Nes

yellow rice─

settling farmer's

fortune in a plate

Surya Nes