gleaming sun
through the rainbow prism
a columbine blooms
—Diane Webster
the sky more blue
did I miss the start
of spring again?
—M. R. Pelletier
the view
from the porch
neighborhood watch
—M. R. Pelletier
a deep breath
my scarf welcomes
spring wind
—Laila Brahmbhatt
taking a nap
with a full stomach, I hear
my neighbor snoring
—Laila Brahmbhatt
New Year’s long gone
fireworks still flickering
inside the house
—Laila Brahmbhatt
sleeping in the cradle -
the linden tree whispers
in unknown language
—Steliana Cristina Voicu
chestnut blossoms -
the way they fall
on your shoulder
—Steliana Cristina Voicu
iris field…
the wicker basket
gets heavy
—Steliana Cristina Voicu
summer heat
a cobra's hood
over the water tank
—Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
in a carpet of green red velvet spider lilies
—Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
pencil flavor nothing to write about
—Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
funeral procession ...
I step back
into my bed of daisies
and oh, how I mourn
the crushed flowers
—Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
the ticking clock
stipples the darkness
with its punctuation -
a comma, your back
another fight that we both lost
—Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
a barn owl calling the darkness home
—Sharon Martina
February thaw
who knew bare
could be so beautiful
—Sharon Martina
spread tail feathers
my date's
still talking
—Katie Montagna
not whistling
but shouting
the wind
down the chimney
—Katie Montagna
finches
in the fruit trees
the cat's ek ek ek
—Katie Montagna
windowsill snow
a chickadee’s
little prints
—Bryan Rickert
icy street
the small geyser
of manhole steam
—Bryan Rickert
—Bryan Rickert
the truth
of a soul revealed
a skirt and braids
for the shy boy
from next door
—Deborah Karl-Brandt
almond-shaped eyes
where are you from
always the first question
—Deborah Karl-Brandt
snow-tipped mountains
you are never coming
home
—Scott Wiggerman
you begin
to think it spotless
empty sky
—Scott Wiggerman
rooftop garden
we learn to grow
together
—Srinivasa Rao Sambangi
harvest season
the tambura singer carries
a bag of rice
—Srinivasa Rao Sambangi
fingernail moon
a tomcat prowls
the apartment grounds
—j rap
park bench slats
newspaper
for a blanket
—j rap
breakup
another love song
tinged
—j rap
window view—
the morning moon climbs
the honeysuckle
—Neena Singh
red trumpet lilies...
the neighbor’s garden
mirrors ours
—Neena Singh
granny’s hand—
the tree trunk too
life-lined
—Neena Singh
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