By Katie Montagna

"Shut the gate”

reads the sign

on the open gate

Katie Montagna

By Tejendra Sherchan

a national daily’s

thought for today column—

blank!

Tejendra Sherchan

By Janet Krauss

As I place the hearing aid

in my ear, a bell rings within,

an invitation to enter

a sanctum of sound where

voices inspire, cajole and comfort.

Janet Krauss

By Sarah Mahina Calvello

Feeling renewed

In a knitted sweater

Vanilla coffee

Sarah Mahina Calvello

By Timothy Daly

unsaved number

telling her

I met someone

Timothy Daly

By Sharon Martina

night-blooming jasmine

a whiff

of moonlight

Sharon Martina

By Eugeniusz Zacharski

sunlight

bit by bit

blossom

Eugeniusz Zacharski

By Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

giving the poet

a longer life

late-blooming cherries

Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

By Govind Joshi

in the cornfield

a lone woman

looks at the future

Govind Joshi

By K. Ramesh

long journey...

mirage after

mirage

K. Ramesh

By Tuyet Van Do

paramedic class

students stand in line

sterilizing hands


Tuyet Van Do

By Shasta Hatter

homegrown tomatoes

in the break room

comradery

Shasta Hatter

By Paula Sears

day moon

slipping off her fairy wings

for naptime

Paula Sears

 

dawn curled in the field a fawn

Paula Sears

riding

the train wind . . .

seeds of wildflowers

Paula Sears

orchard sundown . . .

the porcupine nibbles

a dropped apple

Paula Sears

fiddlers’ festival

a kick of hickory

in the pulled pork

Paula Sears

By Nicoletta Ignatti

low tide —

adding a day

to my years

Nicoletta Ignatti

autumn deepens —

the many varieties

of shadows

Nicoletta Ignatti

By Brad Bennett

milkweed pods

the jagged path

of a monarch

Brad Bennett

 

crossing the state line

in a pickup truck

a boulder

Brad Bennett

By Melissa Leaf Nelson

dry corn stalks

creaking in the wind

ghost stories


Melissa Leaf Nelson

 

still pond

a dragonfly

stitches the cattails


Melissa Leaf Nelson

By Sébastien Revon

the same wind yet not the same autumn equinox

Sébastien Revon

a hearse passes by…

my child asks a question

we cannot answer

Sébastien Revon

By Deborah A. Bennett

now i am the age

my brother never was —

frost moon dawn

Deborah A. Bennett