By David Ngo

nature's ballet

lined up for my morning ride

tree shadows waltzing

David Ngo

By Devoshruti Mandal

muslin shawl

mother's palm touches

my cheeks

Devoshruti Mandal

By Daipayan Nair

ma judges

freshness by the colour

vegetable cart

Daipayan Nair

By Ingrid Baluchi

washing line

a tiny spider snug

in the spring of a clothespin

Ingrid Baluchi

By Nancy Brady

morning walk...

alyssum lingers

in her hair

Nancy Brady

By Sarah Paris

hedging their bets

hummingbird

and honeysuckle

Sarah Paris

By Richard Bailly

steaming biscuits

fresh from wood-fired oven

grandma's apron

Richard Bailly

By K.G. Munro

shining violets

under the orange sunlight

magnifying glass

K.G. Munro

By Albert Schlaht

singing

from swaying sunflower

sparrow

Albert Schlaht

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sudden rain

waiting it out under the eaves

first date

Albert Schlaht

By Samo Kreutz

double rainbow ...

he browses through

the AA pamphlet

Samo Kreutz

*

 

literary evening

that additional haiku –

a marigold scent

Samo Kreutz

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

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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

 

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wet day

my only visitors

the raindrops

Timothy Daly

By Lorraine A Padden

the version we agree on tumbled stone


Lorraine A Padden

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sea floor

how everything falls

into silence

Lorraine A Padden