By Samo Kreutz

branchy bush

trace of greenery in it

the face mask

Samo Kreutz

By Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

under construction -

a crow in the tree

with a branch in its beak

Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

By Peter Jastermsky

with time tales grow taller a whopping eye roll


Peter Jastermsky

By Thomas Tilton

playing 

through my fingers 

monster movie

Thomas Tilton

By Vandana Parashar

mid-life crisis

will I always be

someone’s something

Vandana Parashar

By Zoran Doderovic

empty square

street musician playing

for its soul

Zoran Doderovic

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

whole again among the lake and trees

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

dry goldenrod

the remains of growth

through the snow

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Nisha Raviprasad

apartment living

her marigolds beam

through my window

Nisha Raviprasad

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

Frida Kahlo

a flame rises

within the night

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Strider Marcus Jones

black coffee swirling

in a spiral galaxy

stargate in a cup

Strider Marcus Jones

By Minal Sarosh

fleeing spring

my thoughts still push

the garden swing

Minal Sarosh

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

babbling brook 

this too

is peace 

 

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Tsanka Shishkova

I follow the sound

of the temple bell

heavy fog

Tsanka Shishkova

By Strider Marcus Jones

honeysuckle grows

around the arch of midnight

into the wormhole

Strider Marcus Jones

By Amy Van Duzer

I witness you falling in

love with everything.

With everything and yourself.

Amy Van Duzer

By Neena Singh

sunflowers

their heaviness bends

the noon sun

Neena Singh

By Maya Daneva

sunrise

the laughter

of the rose-pickers

 

Maya Daneva

By Bill D. Johnston

my reflection

in the mirror of

memory

Bill D. Johnston

By Vasile Moldovan

while we wait

for the covid vaccine

the moon rises

Vasile Moldovan

By Ana Drobot

wisteria –

the days I fancied myself

an apprentice geisha


Ana Drobot

By Caroline Krakora

baking bread

listen how

everything rests

Caroline Krakora

By Jharna Sanyal

footprints

the ants didn't leave any

Jharna Sanyal

By B.A. France

moonlight —

enough to see the shadows

of the past

B.A. France

By Minal Sarosh

bee hive

grandma’s humming

fills the kitchen

Minal Sarosh

By Angiola Inglese

watercolor

a butterfly stained

with pollen

Angiola Inglese

By Mirela Brăilean

listen to

the wolves' howling

I'm no longer alone

Mirela Brăilean

By Pat Davis

the blank stare

of a rhino's eyes

in mine

Pat Davis