By Lisa C. Reynolds

fragile roots

burrow deeper —

February blues

Lisa C. Reynolds

By Muskaan Ahuja

long bus ride…

someone cracks

a peanut shell

Muskaan Ahuja

By Ruth Holzer

I'm still

traveling this

open road

hard to imagine it

running out

Ruth Holzer

By Chen-ou Liu

writer's block ...

at dawn I open the window

to release the silence

Chen-ou Liu

By Maria Teresa Sisti

year of the rabbit —

surrounded by nothing

I'm with myself


Maria Teresa Sisti

By Herb Tate

new moon

sweetly my sweater

keeping us warm

Herb Tate

By Deborah A. Bennett

cold moon —

leaving the last persimmon

for the cuckoo

 

Deborah A. Bennett

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

caring for others

the old orchid

blooming again

Deborah Karl-Brandt

*

 

winter storm…

thinking about the

strength of bamboo

Deborah Karl-Brandt

*

 

cold moon …

pretending not to hear

his question

Deborah Karl-Brandt

By Tim Murphy

empty street

the extra silence

on Christmas Day

Tim Murphy

 

*

full moon

the manuscript

takes shape

Tim Murphy

By Richard Bailly

crescent moon

thinning every minute

sunrise

Richard Bailly

By C.X.Turner

pixie cup lichen

the slow growth

of inner healing

C.X.Turner

*

dwindling sky lost in the blue shape of you

C.X.Turner

By Mark Gilbert

the egret

& its reflection

paths diverge

Mark Gilbert

*

 

flowing uphill

the winding trail

of a rattler

Mark Gilbert

By Paula Sears

Valentine’s Day

a cardinal’s wings

on winter wind

Paula Sears

*

 

crowning every picket

of our fence . . .

snow moon

Paula Sears

By Jim Azevedo

the heart calls

and calls

silence of a winter night


Jim Azevedo

By John J. Dunphy

'no commitment'

advertised policy of the gym where

she picked me up

John J. Dunphy

*

 

reindeer under either arms

my wife and I begin

de-Christmasing our yard

John J. Dunphy

By Ana Drobot

snowdrops —

a group of friends

chatting without me

Ana Drobot

By John Pappas

year of the rabbit

signing over power

of attorney

John Pappas

By Jennifer Gurney

The clocks have stopped

There is nothing left to do

But to pray for peace

Jennifer Gurney

*

 

I often wonder

What the tooth fairy does with

All of those lost teeth

Jennifer Gurney