By Eugeniusz Zacharski

ancient battle

the sea reflects the glare

of the gold armor

Eugeniusz Zacharski

milky way

the distant road

to the void

Eugeniusz Zacharski

By Kendall Lott

opening my palm

to my first snowflake…

dream catcher

Kendall Lott

By Adrian Bouter

stale bread's fate  sparrows

Adrian Bouter

By Nancy Brady

autumn afternoon

putting the garden

to bed

Nancy Brady

By Wanda Amos

 counting the stars

that never sleep

insomnia

Wanda Amos

Peace on Earth

celebration

c a n c e l l e d

Wanda Amos

By Susan Burch

sticking your finger

in a wall socket –

how you keep

testing me

to see if I really love you

Susan Burch

By Clint Jovial Delima

From a microscope

An angel deformed by light—

A cell splits in two.

Clint Jovial Delima

By A.J. Anwar

the long boat

struggling against tidal waves

P.S. death poem

A.J. Anwar

By Mykyta Ryzhykh

fish crawl out like drowned men

Mykyta Ryzhykh

New Editor Needed

After four inspiring years having fun with Cold Moon Journal, I have decided to pass the torch.

If you are interested in assuming editorship/ownership, please drop me a brief email at coldmoonjournal@gmail.com. (No monetary investment is involved, only your time!) 

- Roberta Beach Jacobson (Robin)

By John Pappas

shushing myself

a walk through

dry leaves

John Pappas

By Jahnavi Gogoi

winter drizzle

i forget my umbrella

in the train again

Jahnavi Gogoi

footprints in the snow

questioning my

life choices

Jahnavi Gogoi

By Jonathan English

twilight kingdom

ending or beginning

the dusky now

Jonathan English

By Sharon Ferrante

poets say

we all have a voice

on a windless night

my cat’s paw

rings the chimes

Sharon Ferrante

new moon

I reverse my jacket

to the dark side

Sharon Ferrante

By Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

cherry blossoms

a sick man turns back

for one more look

Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

By Scott Wiggerman

sprain

walking the walk

from my sofa

Scott Wiggerman

By Vincenzo Adamo

and on the balconies

snow accumulates—

plastic flowers

Vincenzo Adamo

my actions

go down in value—

autumn leaves

Vincenzo Adamo

falling stars—

a pandemic strikes

wishes

Vincenzo Adamo

By Mark Gilbert

hidden in the noise a humpback's song

Mark Gilbert

it’s

winter

when the last

tear-shaped pear

hits the ground

Mark Gilbert

By Mark Forrester

fog rolls in the song of a saltmarsh sparrow

Mark Forrester

By Fatma Zohra Habis

migratory birds

return to their nests

after winter's chill

I set off to find

you once more

Fatma Zohra Habis