By Gareth Nurden

early april

soft voice

of a cherry blossom

Gareth Nurden

spring night

an open-winged silhouette

floating into obscurity

Gareth Nurden

dawn

a hazy wildflower field

springs to life

Gareth Nurden

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

July in Santorini —

climbing stairs

to the Moon

Steliana Cristina Voicu

By Olinda Ninolakis

small change

jingles in my pocket

lepta coins

Olinda Ninolakis

a perfect stone arch

waves thrum waves weave waves recede

magic in the air

Olinda Ninolakis

By J. D. Nelson

sudden shower at the bus stop landscapers turn on the sprinklers

J. D. Nelson

ok moon behind the clouds we can see you

J. D. Nelson

secret garden the space between an evening nap & bedtime

J. D. Nelson

By Debbie Strange

The Blur of Seasons


images and words Debbie Strange

spring - falling into flight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

summer - speaking in tongues of tides

autumn - so many graceful ways to die

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

winter - we soften into ourselves

 

By Alexis Rotella

Lily of the Nile

the cat I loved

from our other life

Alexis Rotella

By Phillipa Trelford

moonlit trawling

no end to

hidden depths

Phillipa Trelford

By Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

rumbling thunder

the things we shouldn't

have said

Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

By Anna Goluba

I close my eyes

Another universe

Opens

Anna Goluba

By Gordon Lewis

“Dreamt a dream asleep

She went into the dark night

Gone forevermore”


Gordon Lewis

By Chris Kastle

nibbling the shoreline

watery teeth

always hungry

Chris Kastle

By Kavita Ratna

a tail wagging

from the branches

torn kite

Kavita Ratna

By JL Huffman

evening shower

lemon light gilds the garden

petrichor

JL Huffman

By Ann Smith

climbing

in front of me

a mountain rose

Ann Smith

By Ron Scully

cauliflower cloud

untilled burrows

of the victory garden

Ron Scully

By Maya Daneva

camping lullaby the sound of jumping trout

Maya Daneva

By Louise Hopewell

twisting tree roots

the sign says warning

snakes inhabit this area

Louise Hopewell

By Jonathan English

crescent moon—

a sharp sound of sirens

pierces the dusk

Jonathan English