By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

the wind in my hair a dusting of moonrise
 

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Stephen Toft

burial night

not quite long

enough

for us to find

all of the stars

 

Stephen Toft

By Jackie Chou

autumn trees

soon to become

completely naked

one by one I let go

of attachments

Jackie Chou

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

on the wings of a moth a poem

 

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

Mirela Brăilean

winter Galaxy

a drop of milk

in my coffee

Mirela Brăilean

By Cherry A

origami cranes ...

another winter

without dad

Cherry A

By Stephen Toft

autumn leaves

swept aside for

the mourners

Stephen Toft

By Mirela Brăilean

first frost

over the chrysanthemums

mom's shawl

Mirela Brăilean

By Jackie Chou

love letter

his promises

paper-thin

Jackie Chou

By R. Suresh Babu

winter moon …

the drunk and his dog

whine together

R. Suresh Babu

By Ram Chandran

you are my roots

holding me to grounds

my flower

adding colours to my life

and fragrance to soul

Ram Chandran

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

grief tearing down these walls

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Nikolay Grankin

getting cold

the deep bowl

of a beggar

Nikolay Grankin

By Jackie Chou

my mother

remembered

for her better days

the brief blooming

of cactus flowers

Jackie Chou

By Milan Rajkumar

pandemic . . . 

wasted olympic fireworks 

beside mount fuji

 

Milan Rajkumar

By Pat Davis

morning heat

a pine drops dew

across my face

Pat Davis

By Nikolay Grankin

first light

petroglyphs

on the stone

Nikolay Grankin

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

solar flare

what you 

couldn’t hide

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz