By Steve Van Allen

spring wind

old man's radio

jazz blown away

Steve Van Allen

a single yellow leaf

floats onto an old blue bench

as it has for years

Steve Van Allen

By Sarah Mahina Calvello

This sorrow

Predictable but

Expected

Sarah Mahina Calvello

By Kavita Ratna

food-drop

empty hands

skyward

Kavita Ratna

By Randy Brooks

school shooting

friends in the woods

build a cairn

Randy Brooks

By Simon De Courcey

einkorn husks

she watches mice

at twilight

Simon De Courcey

By Elena Zouain

faded cherry

blossoms –

I am not alone

Elena Zouain

By Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

spring weather –

on the blanket of childhood

the cat and her kittens

Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

By Janet Krauss

Listen to the silence

before the hush of chimes

answers the summer breeze

Janet Krauss

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

barefoot path

into the heart of the woods

shelter of trees

Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Ram Chandran

night sky...

I tell my stories

to passing clouds

Ram Chandran

By David Cox

tea gargled

down in this whirring car

unceremonious

David Cox

By Don Brandis

The Little Bighorn

a gentle slope of sagebrush

sand   gravestones    silence

more then than now still weighted

with passing toward forgotten

Don Brandis

By Bernadette O' Reilly

slow walk to what i do not want

Bernadette O' Reilly

By Xiaoou Chen

deserted bedroom

her nightdress carries

a faint scent still

Xiaoou Chen

By Robert Witmer

an old wagon

heavy with hay

remembering the rain

Robert Witmer

sunrise

bursts into the room

the brass buddha winks

Robert Witmer

sundown

in a barren field

the scarecrow nods

Robert Witmer

shadows

under the stairs

milk for a one-eyed cat

Robert Witmer

a grand piano

hanging from a window

our last goodbye

Robert Witmer

By Stephanie Zepherelli

cracked teapot

filling cups with

fond memories

Stephanie Zepherelli

between us

a flickering candle . . .

shared secrets

Stephanie Zepherelli

quiet pond

dipping a toe

in shimmering moons

Stephanie Zepherelli

enjoying nothing

in particular

and everything

Stephanie Zepherelli

By Daniela Misso

an open book

left on a tree stump . . .

ants pass by

Daniela Misso

silence between us –

the stones cast shadows

on the sand

Daniela Misso

grass sprouts

I immerse myself

in a book

Daniela Misso

By Biswajit Mishra

harvest moon

not enough to feed

the poets

Biswajit Mishra