sparkling crust
snow drifts
at high noon
—Dinah Power
mostly dark
the horses call us
first
breaking light
a short cut
to the woodpile
harvest hands . . .
a farm table
of biscuits and gravy
morning frost
on grandpa’s old tractor
cough, cough, cough
an owl floats
just over the barn
come daylight
—Randy Brooks
teacup ring
on the bedside table
cold moon
—Nitu Yumnam
overthinking—
all the cauliflower florets
cling-filmed
—Nitu Yumnam
medication cup
half empty
half full
—Nitu Yumnam
late winter storm
the trembling pulse
of a spider web
—Nitu Yumnam
snow-laden
branch
the
weight
of
unsaid
—Nitu Yumnam
solar eclipse
in a box
the wedding ring
—Carmela Marino
beauty salon
the wall clock
is back two hours
—Carmela Marino
snow moon
my mum’s silence
turns to ash
—Carmela Marino
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
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