By Kristen Lindquist

beaver pond

the patterns of water

that lead to the lodge

Kristen Lindquist

By Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

blue steel

the sharp edge

of sorrow

Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

By Margherita Petriccione

my face

as it is not -

round mirror

 

Margherita Petriccione

By B.A. France

dip in the road

for a moment the speeding

truck disappears

 

B.A. France

By Lakshmi Iyer

the full moon

in the lioness' roar

cold night

Lakshmi Iyer

By Angiola Inglese

clouds -

the wind of tonight

moves the moon

Angiola Inglese

By Hemapriya Chellappan

crossword we complete each other

Hemapriya Chellappan

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

the importance of nothing

 

Roberta Beach Jacobson

Suraj Nanu

streambed perch even rolling stones dream 

 

Suraj Nanu

By B.A. France

Unconditional

dog's gaze ...

not a single bit of

uncertainty

 

wagging tail

without the slightest

doubt

afternoon sunbeams

past the fallen oak ...

wildflowers sprouting

B.A. France

By Pat Davis

slight ripples

a frog burrows deep

into silence

Pat Davis

By B.A. France

flawed plans

the buzzard soars

overhead

B.A. France

By Mirela Brăilean

kite rises

dad's shadow

up to the sky

Mirela Brăilean

By John J. Dunphy

walking my dog

tonight's dusk scented by

burnt leaves

John J. Dunphy

By Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

winter wind

the trees speak

a harsh language

Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

By John J. Dunphy

public park

I enter

a portapotty

accompanied by

blown leaves

John J. Dunphy

By Bakhtiyar Amini

on the map

the only black point -

my country 

 

Bakhtiyar Amini

By Kristen Lindquist

on the suet

the year's last warbler

my mind wanders

Kristen Lindquist

By Hemapriya Chellappan

moonset moth navigates second thoughts

Hemapriya Chellappan

By Dorna Hainds

fresh snow

high on my shoulders—

magnolia blossoms

Dorna Hainds

By Ashish Narain

childhood

the shape of a willow

in starlight

 

Ashish Narain

By Mirela Brăilean

the invisible

from everything

the seed

 

Mirela Brăilean

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

in a vacant city

does a bullet still

demolish souls

ask the stars if

their shine was split

without consent

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Billy Antonio

old tire swing still bearing its weight

 

Billy Antonio

By Tom Bierovic

end of shift

the nurse's mask

stays on 

Tom Bierovic

By Jackie Chou

crescent moon

the thin edge of hope

on which I hang

Jackie Chou

By Tom Bierovic

screeching hawk

the stillness

of prayer flags

Tom Bierovic

By Billy Antonio

a pebble shaping the river

Billy Antonio