By Vandana Parashar

first day of school

every crying child in the bus

sounds like mine

Vandana Parashar

*

monsoon river unapologetically being herself

Vandana Parashar

By Andrew Markowski

shallow marsh

the deep croak

of a bullfrog

Andrew Markowski

*

 

reflecting pool

a heron bathes

in moonlight

Andrew Markowski

By Govind Joshi

mountain village

after the feast we walk home

in torchlight

Govind Joshi

*

cradling

a nest

crescent moon

Govind Joshi

By Keith Evetts

patches of lichen

the belief of the abbot

in these scattered stones

Keith Evetts

*

only now

I know what it's worth

summer sunset


Keith Evetts

By Joanna Ashwell

summer lists

tacked to the fridge

going nowhere

Joanna Ashwell

*

pine bloom

finding the space

for solitude

Joanna Ashwell

By Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

peeling an onion

all these years

without him

Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

*

 

snails

the softness

of summer clouds

Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

By Timothy Daly

morning coffee . . .

still scooping 

for two

Timothy Daly

 

*

wet day

my only visitors

the raindrops

Timothy Daly

By Lorraine A Padden

the version we agree on tumbled stone


Lorraine A Padden

*

 

sea floor

how everything falls

into silence

Lorraine A Padden

By Shasta Hatter

your touch

so long ago

moonlight remembers

Shasta Hatter

*

 

coffee mugs

each one holds

a memory

Shasta Hatter

By Haeja K Chung

Venus

atop a poplar

evensong

Haeja K Chung

By Françoise Maurice

sparkling water

our holiday memories

around the table

Françoise Maurice

By Wanda Amos

bustling subway

the daily grind

of ants


Wanda Amos

By Daniel Birnbaum

Google Earth

invisible

my bench

Daniel Birnbaum

By Priti Khullar

solitude

I return

to me

Priti Khullar

By Helen Ogden

my mood ring

a darker shade of grey

june gloom

Helen Ogden

By Tony Williams

rain shadow…

always

the bridesmaid

Tony Williams

By Alvin B. Cruz

fallen leaves

on his headstone

how long he's been gone

Alvin B. Cruz

*

second marriage

she's having

second thoughts


Alvin B. Cruz

By Ellen Kom

summer heat

the gravediggers’ days

buried in ash

Ellen Kom

 

*

his last will

a testament of hate...

the family gathers

Ellen Kom