Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Wednesday, December 28, 2022

By Vladislav Hristov

aging

his wrinkles

on her face


Vladislav Hristov

By Angiola Inglese

first cold

let's go to breathe

the last rose


Angiola Inglese

By Adrian Bouter

windows

not one raindrop

out of place

Adrian Bouter

By Rob McKinnon

breezy evening…

wind chimes fail to find

a pleasant tune

Rob McKinnon

By C.F. Tash

what the mind 

asks of the heart 

plum blossoms

C.F. Tash

Tuesday, December 27, 2022

By Maria Tosti

sunchoke flowers —


the sun i was looking for





behind gray clouds


Maria Tosti

By Priti Khullar

morning newspaper


the only thing dad




looks forward to, now



Priti Khullar

Sunday, December 25, 2022

By Nani Mariani

gripping cold

towards the end of the year

world peace

Nani Mariani

Saturday, December 24, 2022

By Madeleine Vinluan

remember to kiss the moon on Christmas
 

Madeleine Vinluan

By Keith Evetts

                                                                                                                                                Keith Evetts

Thursday, December 22, 2022

By C.X.Turner

hollow tree—

I try to figure out the depth

of solitude

C.X.Turner

Wednesday, December 21, 2022

By Christina Chin and Uchechukwu Onyedikam

after

the noon rain

rainbow

across the sky

we hang our laundry


Christina Chin and Uchechukwu Onyedikam

By RJ Humbl

On washing lines

The spotted starlings form

Musical notes


RJ Humbl

Tuesday, December 20, 2022

By M. R. Pelletier

Rotting log—

   forest returns

   to forest

M. R. Pelletier

By Ron Scully

cranberry sauce

in-laws

take sides of the table

Ron Scully


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leftovers

what we talk about

driving home

Ron Scully

By Ram Chandran

passing village school

the child in me

slips through train window


Ram Chandran

By Caroline Ridley-Duff

Sunlight through stained glass,

new patterns on

an ancient stone floor.

Caroline Ridley-Duff

By Robert Witmer

blinking

with a thousand eyes

raindrops on the lake

Robert Witmer


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chainsaws

no one to answer

the ringing in the trees

Robert Witmer