By Reid Hepworth

ship masts

in a windstorm

the way

we keep each other

at a distance
 

Reid Hepworth

By Adrian Bouter

new beginnings

the smoke screen

of fireworks

Adrian Bouter

By John Grey

sunrise

shadows fall away like egg shell

a lake is hatched

John Grey

By Jim Niffen

winter chill

your silence echoes

off the moon

Jim Niffen

By Jerome Berglund

shadow play

across the cornstalks

one outline passes another

Jerome Berglund

By Tony Williams

morning stars…

kicking salt across

an icy path


Tony Williams

*

 

stiff with cold

the tarpaulins crackle

in their hands


Tony Williams

 

*

 

Cassiopeia

the staggered flight

of night geese

Tony Williams

*

 

depth of winter

needing both hands

to pull a leek


Tony Williams

 

*

 

under a leaden sky

winter reeds

the colour of brass

Tony Williams

By Kimberly Kuchar

old button

filling each hole

with new thread

Kimberly Kuchar

By Keith Evetts

dandelion fluff

trying not to take gravity

too seriously

Keith Evetts

By Sreenath

daybreak

cows head to the fields

jingle of bells

Sreenath

 

*

 

i travel distant places

discovering

my inner spaces

Sreenath

By Chen-ou Liu

laid off ...

my drunken shadow stalking

what's left of the night

Chen-ou Liu

*

prognosis ...

the weight of my friend's arm

around my shoulders

Chen-ou Liu

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

jazz singer

a gardenia

like Billie

Joseph P. Wechselberger

*

blues band

the flash of sequins

when the guitarist sings

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Chris Langer

broken radio

driving to the sound

of rainfall

Chris Langer

By M. R. Pelletier

My haiku—

   the bulk of them

   unseasoned

M. R. Pelletier

By John J. Dunphy

midnight melody

our cat walks

on the piano keys

John J. Dunphy

*

 

backyard

a squirrel chows down on

my aunt’s fruitcake

John J. Dunphy

*

 

freeze warning

I put out extra food for

my feral cats

John J. Dunphy

By Arvinder Kaur

beyond the poems

beyond the battlefield

mother’s vacant gaze

Arvinder Kaur

By Wai Mei Wong

recurring dream—

I tell myself

I’m not superstitious

Wai Mei Wong

By Janet Ruth

tumbleweeds

pile against the fence

howling wind

Janet Ruth

*

in my dream

he climbs a ladder

saying goodbye

Janet Ruth

By Maya Daneva

red maple leaf...

the citizenship

I call mine

Maya Daneva