By Priti Khullar

whirlpool of life

I toss between

sunrise and sunsets

Priti Khullar

By Hassane Zemmouri

fever night...

rolling

amongst nightmares

Hassane Zemmouri

By Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

wall of clouds —

sometimes I sleep

with the light on

Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

*

day moon

I indulge in the luxury

of illusions

Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

By Govind Joshi

set to leave

with the dawn

a train whistles

Govind Joshi

*

 

step farms

we start

for the moon

Govind Joshi

*

waiting for spring

a solitary

sparrow

Govind Joshi

By Kavita Ratna

wrapped up

in aroma of tea

laced fingers

Kavita Ratna

By Douglas J. Lanzo

ocean pulse

the surge of bubbled tide

swaying through kelp forests

Douglas J. Lanzo

By Refika Dedić

crystals

on the surface of the snow

invitation to dance


Refika Dedić 

*

winter sun—

shivering on the bench

frozen flower

Refika Dedić

By Ann Sullivan

train whistle

from the attic

paper-mache mountain

Ann Sullivan

*

 

bobbing

in a metal bucket

ice moon

Ann Sullivan

By Robert Witmer

anvil

the ring of steel

for a bride

Robert Witmer

*

 

lilacs

in the breeze

she whispers in the baby's ear
 

Robert Witmer

By Lisa C. Reynolds

fragile roots

burrow deeper —

February blues

Lisa C. Reynolds

By Muskaan Ahuja

long bus ride…

someone cracks

a peanut shell

Muskaan Ahuja

By Ruth Holzer

I'm still

traveling this

open road

hard to imagine it

running out

Ruth Holzer

By Chen-ou Liu

writer's block ...

at dawn I open the window

to release the silence

Chen-ou Liu

By Maria Teresa Sisti

year of the rabbit —

surrounded by nothing

I'm with myself


Maria Teresa Sisti

By Herb Tate

new moon

sweetly my sweater

keeping us warm

Herb Tate

By Deborah A. Bennett

cold moon —

leaving the last persimmon

for the cuckoo

 

Deborah A. Bennett

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

caring for others

the old orchid

blooming again

Deborah Karl-Brandt

*

 

winter storm…

thinking about the

strength of bamboo

Deborah Karl-Brandt

*

 

cold moon …

pretending not to hear

his question

Deborah Karl-Brandt

By Tim Murphy

empty street

the extra silence

on Christmas Day

Tim Murphy

 

*

full moon

the manuscript

takes shape

Tim Murphy