By Bipasha Majumder (De)

a peacock's cry

I foretell the fate

of farmers

Bipasha Majumder (De)

By Barrie Levine

Thanksgiving Day

mom invites the in-laws

to this year’s arguments

Barrie Levine

By Bernadette O'Reilly

truth half told

still waiting for more

autumn mist

Bernadette O'Reilly

 

* 

 

the creak in one knee tying a shoelace

Bernadette O'Reilly

By Mike Fainzilber

dancing on a crooked floor

the memory

of crutches


Mike Fainzilber

*

against all odds

blades of grass

through the pavement

Mike Fainzilber

By Maya Daneva

lemon petals

mom asks if I want to be

this bee

Maya Daneva

*

caught

in the autumn rain shower

a post-it note

Maya Daneva

By J. D. Nelson

television news—

Christmas tree lights reflected

in the black dog’s eyes

J. D. Nelson

*

last day of autumn . . .

an abandoned shopping cart

here on the sidewalk

J. D. Nelson

By Susan Lee Roberts

grandma’s shelf—

a dusty pile

of my poems

Susan Lee Roberts

*

 

autumn moonwalk

silence engulfs

the couple

Susan Lee Roberts

By Michelle V. Alkerton

each retelling

a subtle shift

of memory


Michelle V. Alkerton

By Meera Rehm

bone moon

icy wind penetrates

into my coat into me

Meera Rehm

By Monica Kakkar

by rain-washed window

asleep in perspiration—

autumn equinox

Monica Kakkar

By Michael Shoemaker

 

The Road to Beyond

Michael Shoemaker

 

 

Tall Grass by the Lake

Michael Shoemaker

By Mary Harwell Sayler

Ocean waves ruffling —

skirting the edge of hot sand,

lacing shoes with foam

Mary Harwell Sayler

By Myrna CG Mibus

fireside old-fashioned blue moon hiding in a tree

Myrna CG Mibus

By Marilyn Humbert

silent death

a scorpion’s tail

flicks

Marilyn Humbert

By Michael Shoemaker

casting light tackle

high into the wind above

crashing sounds of waves

Michael Shoemaker

By Christa Pandey

naked trees

windblown nests

await repairs

Christa Pandey

By Carmela Marino

solar eclipse

a bouquet of sunflowers

covers autumn

Carmela Marino

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starry sky

stumbling in the shadow

my shadow

Carmela Marino

By Cecil Morris

Black Marks


crows patrol my yard:

punctuation marks escaped

from someone’s sentence.

Cecil Morris