Sunday morning
a hummingbird tells me
to be quiet
—Bona M. Santos
waves gently lapping
a child brushes
her long hair
—Melissa Laussmann
no longing
I lean into the night
snowdrop
—Melissa Laussmann
first snow
mountain and moon
become one
—Melissa Laussmann
traveling together
new country, new me, new us
a pair of sparrows
hopping from
yard to yard
—Doug Sylver
your questions
untying knots
in the dark
—Doug Sylver
lifting fog
the dream continues
a while
—Doug Sylver
fresh grass
making a home
the homeless boy
—Manasa Reddy Chichili
glowing lamp
some where
daughter's wedding
—Manasa Reddy Chichili
late snow…
the magnolia keeps its bud
still in the shell
zăpadă târzie…
magnolia ține mugurele
încă în coajă
—Steliana Cristina Voicu
petal after petal…
my sakurayu reflects
my unfulfilled dreams
petală după petală…
ceaiul de sakura reflectând
visele mele neîmplinite
—Steliana Cristina Voicu
Valentine's Day
roses sticking out of
the school bags
Saint-Valentin
des roses dépassent
des cartables
—Marie Derley
cough on cough ...
yet still
this empty room
—Chen-ou Liu
funeral
against the winter sunset
the widow’s silhouette
—Chen-ou Liu
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