By M. R. Pelletier

refrigerator hum—

   the sound

   of silence


 M. R. Pelletier

*

yard sale—

   she gets rid of things

   he never needed

M. R. Pelletier

By Bipasha Majumder (De)

fog-shrouded field . . .

silver birch stands

unseen


Bipasha Majumder (De)

*

lakeside walk . . .

a salmon sips

the rainbow

Bipasha Majumder (De)

By Mihaela Babusanu

end of quarantine–

the smell of cherry blossoms

retest my senses

Mihaela Babusanu

By Aaron Bn

masonry nails

repeatedly hammered

splitting my head


Aaron Bn

*

 

moonlight seeps through

branches of sleeping giants

recharging for spring


Aaron Bn

By Helen Ogden

winter piazza

chestnuts wrapped

in yesterday's news

Helen Ogden

*

 

church tour

the beggar on the steps

extends his hand

Helen Ogden

By Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

half moon –

part-time

lover


Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

By Sreenath

fishing a haiku

in the wild labyrinth

of my mind

Sreenath

*

 

shadows

on the churchyards

graveyard shift begins ...

Sreenath

By Bonnie J Scherer

sunny side up

other days scrambling

to find the light

Bonnie J Scherer

By Kristen Lindquist

river rocks

skirted with ice . . .

still grieving

Kristen Lindquist

*

 

spring wind

a door creaks open

in the hemlock grove

Kristen Lindquist

By Mike Gallagher

spring vase

dry leaves unfolding

butterfly wings


Mike Gallagher

*

 

dawn light

peering through mist

dim stars

Mike Gallagher

By Chris Langer

quiet breeze

a hummingbird dances

with falling leaves

Chris Langer

*

 

black coat

along the fine stitching

small snowflakes rest

Chris Langer

By Rupa Anand

deep winter—

an icicle at the tip

of his beak

Rupa Anand

By Ram Chandran

moonlit path

the hush hush voice

of the pine rows

Ram Chandran

By Elancharan Gunasekaran

twilight pier

crows tout

curses for sale

Elancharan Gunasekaran

By Tuyet Van Do

New Year's Day

her new old self

enjoys dawn chorus

Tuyet Van Do

By Goran Lowie

my father’s gait

miscalculated steps

I can’t correct


Goran Lowie

By Maya Daneva

crabs

rushing to their hiding spots

the feet of this toddler

Maya Daneva

By Regina Florene P. Tan

I miss you like a home

But one that’s unrecognizable

Repainted, long gone

Regina Florene P. Tan