Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Sunday, December 20, 2020

By Neena Singh

a fragrance

of orange blossoms—

where the old dog rests


Neena Singh

By Dianne Cikusa

sanctity of shadows

wildlife regenerates

in leafy vestibule


Dianne Cikusa

By Jackie Chou

awaking

to an orange sunrise

do dreams

turn into pumpkins

if left unwritten
 

Jackie Chou

Saturday, December 19, 2020

By B.A. France

tiny icicles ...

dreams of time 

to come

 

B.A. France

By Pat Davis

inquiring mind

the child studies

a mossy log


Pat Davis

By Kristen Lindquist

beaver pond

the patterns of water

that lead to the lodge


Kristen Lindquist


Thursday, December 17, 2020

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

Tuesday, December 15, 2020

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

Monday, December 14, 2020

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

Sunday, December 13, 2020

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

Saturday, December 12, 2020

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

Thursday, December 10, 2020

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


Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Tuesday, December 8, 2020

By Ashish Narain

childhood

the shape of a willow

in starlight

 

Ashish Narain


Monday, December 7, 2020

By Mirela Brăilean

the invisible

from everything

the seed

 

Mirela Brăilean

Thursday, December 3, 2020

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