Thomas Landgraf

water swirls

in the old bird bath...

copper sunset

—Thomas Landgraf

plum blossom...

the world drops away

and the raven caws

—Thomas Landgraf

forest bathing...

the heady scent

of lemon myrtle

—Thomas Landgraf

Jonash Lepcha

cuckoo song

on the daffodil leaf

a ladybug 

—Jonash Lepcha

Alfred Booth

first crocus

beyond the greenhouse

daylight lingers 

—Alfred Booth

Tony Williams

spring drizzle

in the middle

of an ache

—Tony Williams

Mark Hendrickson

blood moon eclipse

always overshadowed

by my older brother

—Mark Hendrickson

Mary Oishi

old photo

sad sepia eyes

see what's coming

—Mary Oishi

Stephanie Zepherelli

deep meditation

next to a bonsai

a black cat

—Stephanie Zepherelli

Mark Forrester

small town cemetery

just off the highway

wilting marigolds

—Mark Forrester

Daniela Misso

unfolding a letter . . .

yellow primroses

beneath the leaves

—Daniela Misso

Maurizio Brancaleoni

snake's molt —

can't get the old 

house back

—Maurizio Brancaleoni

in the puddle

you can tell

spring rain is falling...

—Maurizio Brancaleoni

Arvinder Kaur

skipping rope

the rhythm

of my shadow

—Arvinder Kaur

Xiaoou Chen

 

Edited by Oana Maria Cercel. 

Maria Cristina Pulvirenti

fragrance of a rose -

hours pass

in erosion

—Maria Cristina Pulvirenti

Hynek Koziol

in her window

a reflection of me

three years ago

—Hynek Koziol

lunch break

pollinating the violets

with my nose

—Hynek Koziol

March rain

the bindweed dies

with the tree

—Hynek Koziol

Janet Ruth

 wisps of fog adrift on the river two mergansers

—Janet Ruth

dark skies far across the prairie a ribbon of light

—Janet Ruth

Adrian Bouter

harsh words

the catkins in bloom

nothing touches

—Adrian Bouter

Krzysztof Kokot

under the apple tree –

the spring sun gently

caresses the face

—Krzysztof Kokot

Anne Fox

filling the air

with sky ...

bluebird song

—Anne Fox

Elliot Diamond

sunset

the sentence of day

inches closer

—Elliot Diamond

Deborah A. Bennett

full moon . . . 

in the steeping tea

a single bubble

—Deborah A. Bennett

walking the path

to the berry field at dawn

cuckoo's call

—Deborah A. Bennett