in the woods
a loneliness silenced
by
birdsong
Alvin B. Cruz
hospice window
moonlight enters
without
permission
Alvin B. Cruz
in the woods
a loneliness silenced
by
birdsong
Alvin B. Cruz
hospice window
moonlight enters
without
permission
Alvin B. Cruz
the next day
alone
with
a wishbone
Ann Sullivan
butterflies
the wind catches up
Ann Sullivan
rain
all night you were there
Adrian Bouter
cat's
purr nothing can hurt us now
Adrian Bouter
what's mine is yours
what's yours is mine
windstorm
petro c.k.
the vulnerability
of being seen
soaring
hawk
petro c.k.
sea foam
combing the knots
from
the wind
Kelly Sargent
spring
sky sparrows discovering my vocal c(h)ords
Kelly Sargent
seasonal
sadness settling into raven song
Bryan Rickert
eclipse
the time it takes
poppies
to close
Bryan Rickert
gnomes
frost-blanched
boots
Mike
Gallagher
a
butterfly
its shadow disappearing
into shade
Mike
Gallagher
the
lioness
a mother sensing
danger
Mike Gallagher
barking
at
the sea wind
wolf moon
Deborah P Kolodji
constant
bird chatter
silently I sit
with butterflies
Deborah P
Kolodji
synchronized
swimming
long-beaked dolphins
jump the waves
Deborah P
Kolodji
ring
cluster
through the telescope
our distance
Deborah P
Kolodji
wishing
well
the orange question mark
of a koi
Louise Hopewell
droning
cicadas
a fairy wren flits
shadow to
shadow
Louise Hopewell
on
a pond
steps to the sun
water lilies
cp howes
cryptic
postcards
From interstellar lasers
crop circles
cp
howes
morning coffee
the bitter taste
of
yesterday’s news
Nalini Shetty
dinner for one
the candle burns
at
both ends
Nalini Shetty
unfollow button
friendship reduced
to
a click
Nalini Shetty
first cruise
the destination
doesn’t
matter
Ravi Kiran
deep within
the shifting sands
camel
tracks
Ravi Kiran
sometimes in sync
the legs
of
flamingos
Ravi Kiran
language of flowers
does lilac have an accent
in
the English garden
Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
two lines on the test
my girlfriend is going to have
a
coronavirus
Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
all that
remains
down
to
the dark
alone
Chen-ou Liu
where were you born?
a neighbor's knife-sharp question ...
near the fence
I see green leaves and buds
on
a maple tree stump
Chen-ou Liu
my body lies
next to my wife's for years
and yet
in a corner of my mind
this
woman in red
Chen-ou Liu
spring
the
war picks up
pace again
Pitt Büerken
he
cheers
she wonders
it works
Pitt Büerken