cold moon
spinning in the void
the old disc
Mirela Brăilean
front yard
child puts on
her face mask
as she approaches
our snowman
John J. Dunphy
autumn trees
soon to become
completely naked
one
by one I let go
of
attachments
Jackie Chou
you are my roots
holding me to grounds
my flower
adding colours to my life
and fragrance to soul
Ram Chandran
my mother
remembered
for her better days
the brief blooming
of cactus flowers
Jackie Chou
seasonings
reside
in mama's apron -
coriander soup
her welcome note
Bidyutprabha
Gantayay