By Sreenath

silent night —

an old hindi song

wafting straight to heart

Sreenath

By Daniela Rodi

end of winter—

a butterfly settles

inside my shadow

Daniela Rodi

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bedtime stories...

father's old armchair

remembers his shape

Daniela Rodi

Albert Schlaht

spring morning

brisk wind takes his toupee

to dance with

Albert Schlaht

By Genevieve S. Aguinaldo

spring showers—

a butterfly snaps

her wings to dry

Genevieve S. Aguinaldo

By Vipanjeet Kaur

spring rain

a whiff of winter

in its chill

Vipanjeet Kaur

Adrian Bouter

April snow onetime we'll know

Adrian Bouter

By Jim Niffen

morning moon

last night lingering

on my lips

Jim Niffen

By Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

slow hop

outpacing

the snail

Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

By Adele Evershed

visiting my father

only the whiskey mellows

with age
 

Adele Evershed

By Maurizio Brancaleoni

the turtle dove

sings at dawn —

first day of the year

Maurizio Brancaleoni

 

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il canto della

tortora all'albeggiare:

primo dell'anno

Maurizio Brancaleoni

By B.A.V. Varma

Dreams

do not be tears

Be real castles.


B.A.V. Varma

By Silvia Bistocchi

spring –

the invisible words

of the mountain

Silvia Bistocchi

By Zdenka Mlinar‬‬‬

buzzing of bees

on the unmown

meadows


Zdenka Mlinar‬‬‬

Sharon Martina

picking up

where dad left off

my son's smile

Sharon Martina

Stephen Jarrell Williams

last dance

neverending

sweep of stars


Stephen Jarrell Williams

Dennis Andrew Aguinaldo

Lamplight

amid the cork tree leaves.

A nestless egg.

Dennis Andrew Aguinaldo

By Tomislav Maretić

summer stage

mosquitoes speed up

the band’s rhythm

Tomislav Maretić

*

 

crowded train

a moth on the ceiling

gets a free ride

Tomislav Maretić

By Brad Bennett

ocean air

waves making waves

in the sand

Brad Bennett

*

 

late winter

the shimmer

of open water

Brad Bennett

By David Josephsohn

every reunion

fewer name cards

on the table

David Josephsohn

*

 

finally knowing

which side I’m on

garden walls

David Josephsohn

By Mircea Moldovan

tornado

a few sepia pictures

under a rocking chair

Mircea Moldovan