By Marilyn Ward

snow storm

the sakura scatters

through March wind


Marilyn Ward

Sherry Grant

dreamsong specks of escaping cloud

Sherry Grant

Arvinder Kaur

a firefly

leads me to him…

games at twilight

Arvinder Kaur

By Lee Hudspeth

daffodil

a life star

launching new beginnings

Lee Hudspeth

By Amrutha Prabhu

cold moon --

i hug the pillow

watching the sky

Amrutha Prabhu

By Neena Singh

pink seashell

on the park bench

child’s lost treasure

Neena Singh

By M. Julia Guzmán

waiting room -

mother's frightened eyes


M. Julia Guzmán

Nicoletta Ignatti

on the windowsill...

the scent of violets

away with the wind


Nicoletta Ignatti

By Ban Mihaly

distant heron shouts

as hermit crabs face

the stars

an arm signaling

their change of course

Ban Mihaly

By Kyoko Bengala

that slight noise

of cups and glasses

Will we meet again?


Kyoko Bengala

By Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

spring breeze -

the cuckoo clock

is heard from outside

Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

By Maria Concetta Conti

volcanic ash cloud

spring is moving

somewhere else

Maria Concetta Conti

By Subir Ningthouja

dancing

in the wind’s flow

april orchid

Subir Ningthouja

Vincenzo Adamo

alzheimer's...

an empty shell

full of fog

Vincenzo Adamo

By Neena Singh

swinging high

in grandma's arms

his Buddha laugh

Neena Singh

By Gopal Lahiri

my romance

vanishes

in the rear-view mirror

Gopal Lahiri

By Keith Evetts

by the well

I repeat

last year’s wishes

Keith Evetts

Ljubinka Tošić

cherry blossoms

this morning all you can hear

are the bees buzzing


Ljubinka Tošić

By Amrutha Prabhu

haiku !

an island

in a raging sea

Amrutha Prabhu

By Lucia Cardillo

the sky

between before and after ...

white almond trees

Lucia Cardillo

Dennis Andrew Aguinaldo

A coconut rolled

Into a gutter and grew

A root that won’t take.


Dennis Andrew Aguinaldo

By Marilyn Ashbaugh

pansies

how they stand

against the cold

Marilyn Ashbaugh

By Caroline Krakora

night fishing-

an empty bucket

but so much love

Caroline Krakora

By Dan Iulian

the bare trees

dressed just in the few

haijin’s words


Dan Iulian

Lafcadio

river running

towards the ocean--

a horse with no rider

Lafcadio