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
if only
these golden flowers
were
sunrise
Joanna Ashwell
holding a part
of our dream
dandelion
meadow
Joanna Ashwell
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
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
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
a summer ginkgo walk –
Isha, Basho, and Issa
in
every verse I write
Lakshman Bulusu
Robin chirping
brought to life in my mind
your touch –
one more kiss
and
I would join you.
S.Eta Grubešić
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twigs
S.Eta Grubešić
low tide
life comes out of the sea
again
Eugeniusz Zacharski
killer heat
at the watering hole
a
pack of wolves
Eugeniusz Zacharski
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
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
my heart is beach glass
translucent, delicate, mauve
softened
by the sand
Katharine Angelina Love
