By Stoianka Boianova

full moon night

a spotted leopard

jumps over the fence

Stoianka Boianova

By Vladislav Hristov

war

children and blackbirds

fight for the cherry tree


Vladislav Hristov

By Gopal Lahiri

speckled spiders

sleeping

on my shoes

Gopal Lahiri

Vasile Moldovan

silent song -

in the bronze of the bell

the moon touching


Vasile Moldovan

By Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

on grandma's dresser

silver strands in hairbrush

mine not hers

Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

By Tom Bierovic

bare feet

and a light jacket

first daffodils

Tom Bierovic

By Tzetzka Ilieva

empty nesters -

we talk about our children

the whole evening

Tzetzka Ilieva

By Hifsa Ashraf

Martian moon…

the therapist digs deeper

about my past

 

Hifsa Ashraf

By Tom Bierovic

wind advisory

maple seeds spin

unconcerned

Tom Bierovic

Lorraine Carey

shortest month

crocus blades

saluting sharp winds

Lorraine Carey

Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

a feather

rides the zephyr

birdsong

Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

By Nisha Raviprasad

his last letter-

many plum blossoms

still wander

Nisha Raviprasad

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

trust

step forward with a question

of unity

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Hifsa Ashraf

evening meditation

I follow the path

of a snail

Hifsa Ashraf

By Nisha Raviprasad

wild lilies...

offering me strength

my inner child

Nisha Raviprasad

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

winter wind

a push from behind

walking home

Susan Bonk Plumridge

Lorraine Carey

anointed

his days numbered

lonesome magpie

Lorraine Carey

By Tom Bierovic

crackle of fire

an elk's ears

fidget

Tom Bierovic

By Réka Nyitrai

off from her dream a ladybug on a blade of grass

Réka Nyitrai

By Hemapriya Chellappan

wildflowers the sudden coolness in me

Hemapriya Chellappan

By Tsanka Shishkova

'stay at home'

they say again and again

my kite stays in the box


Tsanka Shishkova

By Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

scars from a year

bitter in its fury

crows feet

Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

By Hifsa Ashraf

spring sky…

the first dose of vaccine

in my blood

Hifsa Ashraf

By Ellen Urowitz

Big city

never stops working

vacation time

 

Ellen Urowitz

By Kamrun Nahar

mail box

who has sent me

the red rose?

 

Kamrun Nahar