By Réka Nyitrai

early spring...

a gust of wind mimics

my mother's tongue

Réka Nyitrai

By Tzetzka Ilieva

covid lockdown -

who thought I'd be content

with just a sliver of moon

Tzetzka Ilieva

By Jay D Filan

These fields

of colorless snow

I am lost in the world

so close to home

 

Jay D Filan

By Tsanka Shishkova

moonlit silence

shared loneliness

with a cup of tea

 

Tsanka Shishkova

By Samo Kreutz

alley cat

in her messy hair

first traces of sun

 

Samo Kreutz

By Mirela Brăilean

foggy days

less distressing

memories

Mirela Brăilean

By Angiola Inglese

thin thread -

in the autumn fog

my fears

 

Angiola Inglese

By Vera Ivanova

Yellow and red

Leaves are falling everywhere -

Life's getting to sleep...

 

Vera Ivanova

By Ernesto P. Santiago

a homeless stranger

sleeping without face or name—

lengthening twilight

Ernesto P. Santiago

By Elancharan Gunasekaran

vaccine room

injecting silence

into veins

 

Elancharan Gunasekaran

By Sherry Grant

jumping

up and down

sparrow’s fury

Sherry Grant

Jay D Filan

Blistering sunlight

and birdsong

the trail is lost

Jay D Filan

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

darkest blue

the cold comfort

of my own thoughts

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

Jay Friedenberg

dry season

the etched patterns

on a sandy stream bed 

 

Jay Friedenberg

By John J. Dunphy

Valentine's Day

blooming in our front yard

a heart of crocus

John J. Dunphy

By Ram Chandran

room full of

butterflies

she smiles

Ram Chandran

By Ernesto P. Santiago

attacking

from all corners

yellow dust

Ernesto P. Santiago

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

crimson...

the dust between our lives

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Samo Kreutz

south wind

not quite himself

a snow angel

Samo Kreutz

By Tsanka Shishkova

cosmic sounds

in moonless night

music of Bach

 

Tsanka Shishkova

By Ram Chandran

thousands of years

in my pocket

pebbles

Ram Chandran

By Ernesto P. Santiago

reaching beyond

what was possible

skipping stones

Ernesto P. Santiago

By Thomas Tilton

forgetting my age

hairline cracks

in the vase

Thomas Tilton

By John J. Dunphy

slowly sinking

into the thawing pond

our Christmas tree

John J. Dunphy

By Mirela Brăilean

             not the mask

       I'm                       I'm

                wearing

 

Mirela Brăilean