By Katherine E Winnick

winter butterfly

the moon watches

over your flock
 

Katherine E Winnick

By Helen Ogden

my pockets filled

with broken sand dollars

daylight savings

Helen Ogden

By Louise Hopewell

crimson leaves

losing myself in the swirl

of his guitar


Louise Hopewell

 

*

 

winter sun

catching shadows

in her butterfly net

Louise Hopewell

By Mike Gallagher

shamelessly

on power lines

sparrows

Mike Gallagher

 

*

 

winding river

a sluggish snake slithers

along the bank

Mike Gallagher

By Wanda Amos

fuel prices

rocketing

cold moon winter

Wanda Amos

By Kerry J Heckman

as above,

so below

fog


Kerry J Heckman

*
 

winter solstice approaching a bend in the river

Kerry J Heckman

By Mona Iordan

hidden moon

the spreading

wings of a bat

Mona Iordan

By Sreenath

time and again

humanity

ticking like a time bomb

Sreenath

By Eavonka Ettinger

moonflower

mistress of the night

unfurls in white

Eavonka Ettinger

*

delight

in their eyes

shooting stars

Eavonka Ettinger

*

a sharp caw

crow remind me

who is boss

Eavonka Ettinger

Our Touchstone Award Nominations

The second set of Cold Moon Journal nominations for the 2022 Touchstone Awards have been submitted to The Haiku Foundation (for poems published July to December 2022).

Congratulations to these 12 talented poets:

Amrutha Prabhu

Andrew Markowski

Bisshie

Eavonka Ettinger

John J. Dunphy

Keith Evetts (2)

Mike Gallagher

Orrin PréJean

Saumya Bansal

Susan Burch

Tony Williams

Tuyet Van Do

 

Good luck to all!

By Mark Gilbert

today

unlike yesterday

the right kind of snow

Mark Gilbert

By Jonathan English

night snow

Handel's Messiah cradles darkness

in light

Jonathan English

By Dan Iulian

snowy morn —

so cold between us

the silence

Dan Iulian

By Alvin B. Cruz

falling snow

a void impossible

to fill

Alvin B. Cruz

*

 

folded blanket

a sky

full of dreams

Alvin B. Cruz

*

mother's quilt

i follow the thread

of her story

Alvin B. Cruz

By Andrew Markowski

abandoned mall a mannequin wears layers of dust

Andrew Markowski

*

a child scribbles

on the wall

drawing attention

Andrew Markowski

*

 

quiet coffee shop— the barista drops a dollar into the tip jar

Andrew Markowski

By Susan Burch

too many nights

dad visited my bed

and told me not to tell —

too many mornings

before I realized

mom already knew

Susan Burch

By Ram Chandran

outside my window

a cotton seed

searching for home

Ram Chandran