By Bernadette O'Reilly

first eye surgery

colour has come back

into my life

Bernadette O'Reilly

By Oscar Luparia

long autumn hike . . .

feeling free

from time


Oscar Luparia

By Krzysztof Kokot

autumn full moon–

over the old man's bed

cloud after cloud

Krzysztof Kokot

By Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

dawn—

the street sweeper hauls

the night's fall

Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

By Nancy Brady

cold evening

bare branches reach

for the ghost moon

Nancy Brady

By Tsanka Shishkova

sweet slumber 

mystery of sounds

and imagination 

Tsanka Shishkova

By Bipasha Majumder (De)

misty morning

marriage

of earth and sky

Bipasha Majumder (De)

By Jonathan English

platinum sky

gilding the patchwork bark

of the silver sycamore
 

Jonathan English

By John Hawkhead

an old shoe

sinking into the earth

its silent tongue

John Hawkhead

anniversary

she folds his shirt’s arms

around her

John Hawkhead

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

jumping off the pier

not sure how far down

or if I'll drown

Stephen Jarrell Williams

breathing in

deep thoughts from years ago

recurring dreams

Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Sébastien Revon

in this country

that will never be mine —

autumn rain

Sébastien Revon

By Sharon Martina

singing the desert sunrise yellow warbler

Sharon Martina

 

sharing our deepest secrets autumn leaves

Sharon Martina

heavy snowfall

her tendency

to overshare

Sharon Martina

sled hill

the sound of kids

careening into winter

Sharon Martina

By M. Benjamin Thorne

his white beard grew out

'til it covered up his name—

December headstone

M. Benjamin Thorne

By Evgeny Khvalkov

leaves of crimson hue

dance in autumn's gentle breeze

nature's farewell waltz

Evgeny Khvalkov

By Katrina Serwe

softening

the edges of cold

snow blanket

Katrina Serwe

color of the sun

pressed into earth

a maple leaf

Katrina Serwe

By Tejendra Sherchan

in front

of the hospital mortuary

a blooming paradise

Tejendra Sherchan

news

the monsoon exits

my country

Tejendra Sherchan

By Peter Devonald

in some other life

we are happy together

destiny was kind

entwined like ancient great oaks

but here we are lost in woods

Peter Devonald

we wonder with sighs

if rains will ever stop tears

if floods will forget

will old weary ways remain

or will we just build fresh hell

Peter Devonald

By Jeremy Nathan Marks

When we die do our

eyes open or close I must

know dad just because

Jeremy Nathan Marks