Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Thursday, April 6, 2023

By Bryan Rickert

the last leaf falling out of love

Bryan Rickert

By Randy Brooks

the bough breaks

good thing

I already

know

how to fly

Randy Brooks

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

harsh wind

the hare ducks deeper

into the grass

Deborah Karl-Brandt

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

puddles

a pigeon strolls through the church’s

upside-down reflection

Joseph P. Wechselberger

 

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his selfie

in a mirror

in the mirror

Joseph P. Wechselberger

Wednesday, April 5, 2023

By Eavonka Ettinger

hard commute

hermit crab sidesteps

a crowded beach

Eavonka Ettinger

By Dennis Hartman and Veronika Zora Novak

his gossamer

breath I breathe . . .

akistu moon

Dennis Hartman and Veronika Zora Novak

By Ezio Infantino

silk road...

the last cobweb

grabs the hoarfrost


Ezio Infantino

By Janet Krauss

A baby sleeps

in the lap of the sun,

a slight breeze covers him.

Janet Krauss

By Shane Huey

on the water’s edge

fire burning under the moon

spring night in Key West


Shane Huey

Tuesday, April 4, 2023

By Maire Mortissey Cummins

Magnolia

all of these years twisting

with the wall

Maire Mortissey Cummins

Monday, April 3, 2023

By John Pappas

after the storm

the earthworm asks

a question

John Pappas

By John J. Dunphy

Ukrainian city rubble

woman cradles a child

who is no longer crying


John J. Dunphy

By John Grey

tree's soft gloss

traceries of light

webs after a rain


John Grey

Sunday, April 2, 2023

By Angiola Inglese

bare branch…

the hidden part

of the sky


Angiola Inglese


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fog on roofs the snow loses color

Angiola Inglese

By Wanda Amos

boats on moorings

pirouette

i watch the tide

ebb

and flow

Wanda Amos

By Louise Hopewell

still lake

a kayaker paddles

through frog song

Louise Hopewell

By J. D. Nelson

blinded by headlights—

the clouds have obscured the stars

but not Jupiter

J. D. Nelson

By Christopher Peys

cityscape

the outline of a pigeon

on the window

Christopher Peys


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new to the yard

                  another old train

                                        the end of a line.

Christopher Peys