By Radostina Dragostinova

snowflakes

covering the rose petals

mom’s kimono

Radostina Dragostinova

By Angiola Inglese

the cherry tree

covered with wind

low clouds


Angiola Inglese

Mark Meyer

lilac blossoms

ah, nevertheless for me

this bitter winter


Mark Meyer

By Dorna Hainds

sakura -

a freshly fallen

snowflake

Dorna Hainds

By Ana Drobot

cherry blossoms -

the pages in my grandfather's

war memoirs


Ana Drobot

By Florin C. Ciobica

plum petals

the softness

of her words

Florin C. Ciobica

By Bakhtiyar Amini

memories

pop up here and there

spring rain

Bakhtiyar Amini

By B.A. France

long pause ...

starlight at the end

of the gravel lane

B.A. France

By Nisha Raviprasad

summer rain

all the stories the sky

tells to the earth

Nisha Raviprasad

Susan Bonk Plumridge

a song

lifts high

as I walk


Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Tsanka Shishkova

three-line poems

in the pandemic-time

haiku therapy

Tsanka Shishkova

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

kukai

meeting other

minimalists

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Minal Sarosh

grey clouds

my pen is ready

to rain words

Minal Sarosh

John Hawkhead

morning frost

plumes of breath

keeping us apart

—John Hawkhead

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

within the long

dark hallway of memory

is there light

in dreams

we occasionally slide into

the body of another

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Nisha Raviprasad

alone...

I listen to a firefly's

story

Nisha Raviprasad

By Mirela Brăilean

morning walk

a few laps along

the balcony

Mirela Brăilean

By Pat Davis

arthritis

the curve of her hands

picking apples

Pat Davis

By Samo Kreutz

water trough

gathered around it

the house shadows

Samo Kreutz

By Minal Sarosh

train tunnel

my yawn swallows the

sudden darkness

Minal Sarosh

By B.A. France

a pause

to watch the geese

— open skies

B.A. France

By Dorna Hainds

day moon --

a gull flies

through the rain

Dorna Hainds

By Mirela Brăilean

tai chi

a butterfly rests

on my nose

Mirela Brăilean

By Joe Sebastian

deeper than the

hoot of snowy owls

winter solitude

Joe Sebastian

John Hawkhead

shimmered air

a lone buzzard circles

the sun

—John Hawkhead