By Joshua St. Claire

allons-y

a murmuration of starlings

carries off my gaze


Joshua St. Claire

Joanna Ashwell

garden swing

holding the memory

of a storm

Joanna Ashwell

By Ann Christine Tabaka

humming the tune

        a song never sung


Ann Christine Tabaka

Stephen Jarrell Williams

safe cave

warm campfire glowing

against a dark world


Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Elliot Diamond

tree pose

of a yoga morning

autumn leaves

Elliot Diamond

By Charles E. Lawler

autumn's end

the loneliness of

empty trees

Charles E. Lawler

Eugeniusz Zacharski

billions of neutrinos

passing through me...

all alone

Eugeniusz Zacharski

By Anne Curran

in the distance

its crimson bloom —

pohutukawa

Anne Curran

By David J Kelly

afternoon, evening

somewhere in between

thistledown

David J Kelly

By Douglas J. Lanzo

lifting fog

grandma remembers

how much we love her


Douglas J. Lanzo

By Dianne Moritz

warm temperatures

melt our snowman completely

except carrot nose

Dianne Moritz

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

daughter …

the duty of being a

caged bird

Deborah Karl-Brandt

Michael Shoemaker

 

Peach Sky

 Michael Shoemaker

Susan Burch

Like the Truman Show, maybe people in heaven are watching shows of us.

how everyone loves

an underdog -

surely someone

up there

is rooting for me

Susan Burch

By Tom Clausen

traffic slows

I move the dead rabbit

to safety

Tom Clausen

By Hege Anita Jakobsen Lepri

office party

by the ficus a forest

of introverts

Hege Anita Jakobsen Lepri

By Kavita Ratna

emptiness

wrapped up in gold

the lobby balsam fir

Kavita Ratna

Michael Shoemaker

Stargazing at Capitol Reef

 Michael Shoemaker

Alvin B. Cruz

from season to season the silence of grief
 

Alvin B. Cruz

Nicola Schaum

Moon's halo the quiet is noisy

Nicola Schaum

C.X. Turner

if peace

were a sound

snow angels

C.X. Turner

By Alfred Booth

my inner bear

begins to hibernate

cold moon

Alfred Booth

Nancy Brady

wood smoke

in the wind

—last rites

Nancy Brady

By Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

the taste of winter in my folding hands snow

Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

By Ron Nhim

vacant park bench

a homeless man curls up

to dream in the cold


Ron Nhim