By Susan Burch

Like the Truman Show, maybe people in heaven are watching shows of us.

how everyone loves

an underdog -

surely someone

up there

is rooting for me

Susan Burch

By Tom Clausen

traffic slows

I move the dead rabbit

to safety

Tom Clausen

By Hege Anita Jakobsen Lepri

office party

by the ficus a forest

of introverts

Hege Anita Jakobsen Lepri

By Kavita Ratna

emptiness

wrapped up in gold

the lobby balsam fir

Kavita Ratna

By Michael Shoemaker

Stargazing at Capitol Reef

 Michael Shoemaker

By Alvin B. Cruz

from season to season the silence of grief
 

Alvin B. Cruz

By Nicola Schaum

Moon's halo the quiet is noisy

Nicola Schaum

By C.X. Turner

if peace

were a sound

snow angels

C.X. Turner

By Alfred Booth

my inner bear

begins to hibernate

cold moon

Alfred Booth

By Nancy Brady

wood smoke

in the wind

—last rites

Nancy Brady

By Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

the taste of winter in my folding hands snow

Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

By Ron Nhim

vacant park bench

a homeless man curls up

to dream in the cold


Ron Nhim

By David He

river ice

choking every word

winter moon

David He

*

the cry

of a swan

out of reeds...

the coolness

of moonlight

David He

By Robert Witmer

alone

the little boy fills his basket

with snowballs

Robert Witmer

By Chen-ou Liu

last shift over

my shadow walks alone

with the snow moon

Chen-ou Liu

By S.Eta Grubešić

Rooted in Winter

S.Eta Grubešić

By Kimberly Kuchar

the weight of ice

on every branch

my breaking point

Kimberly Kuchar

*

 

a falling tear

freezes on her cheek

she keeps walking

Kimberly Kuchar

By Michael Shoemaker

moving a piano up

to the fourteenth floor

a test of friendship

Michael Shoemaker