Partha Sarkar

waving fingers 

of a child—

flapping butterflies 

—Partha Sarkar 

Oscar Luparia

when the child was a child (°)

remembering the day

I fell in love

—Oscar Luparia

(°) from the poem “Song of Childhood” by Peter Handke

Kathryn Haydon

drifting leaf

will I keep 

my resolutions

—Kathryn Haydon

Anne Fox

wave after wave                   

the night migration

of sparrows

—Anne Fox

Rita R Melissano

gazing at the mirror her longest relationship

—Rita R Melissano

Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

after U-turn

the road to home

waning moon

—Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

Louise Hopewell

reaching out

to a long-lost friend

sea mist

—Louise Hopewell

Ann Sullivan

summer rain . . .

after the service

his son laughs his laugh 

—Ann Sullivan

Joseph Howse

the snow moon in the fox's eye ... chiaroscuro

—Joseph Howse

Mona Iordan

spring meadow 

the plein air painter 

ran out of colors

—Mona Iordan

pajiște de primăvară

pictorul în aer liber  

a rămas fără culori

—Mona Iordan

Govind Joshi

full moon

we walk

with the river song

—Govind Joshi

Alvin B. Cruz

last walk together

the crackling of leaves

every step

—Alvin B. Cruz

sleepless night

twisting and turning

my Rubik's cube

—Alvin B. Cruz

Arvinder Kaur

house sale

a stranger walks over

our memories 

—Arvinder Kaur

Bryan Rickert

second life

chip for the trail

the storm-felled oak

—Bryan Rickert

the toddler wants

to hug them too

first daffodils

—Bryan Rickert

Kelly Sargent

 equinox moonlight living in my twin’s shadow

—Kelly Sargent

bread and butter sandwiches

the bedtime hugs

I take for granted

—Kelly Sargent

Vandana Parashar

rain-drenched motel

my hand-washed lingerie

on the towel rack

—Vandana Parashar

Eugeniusz Zacharski

dawn—

the fowler unveils

his birdcage

—Eugeniusz Zacharski

Jo Balistreri

dandelions

mother’s jam jar

of wild sprouts

—Jo Balistreri

Amir Kapetanović

great grandpa’s loft

on a dusty old bond

a fingerprint

—Amir Kapetanović

Anna Eklund-Cheong

neglected garden . . .

dry hydrangea heads

bent in heavy snow

—Anna Eklund-Cheong

homemade jams . . .

grandma always has enough

wooden spoons

—Anna Eklund-Cheong

stopping

in mid-stride . . .

camellias

—Anna Eklund-Cheong