plum petals
the softness of her words
Florin C. Ciobica
memories pop up here and there spring rain
Bakhtiyar Amini
long pause ... starlight at the end of the gravel lane
B.A. France
summer rain
all the stories the sky
tells to the earth
Nisha Raviprasad
a song
lifts high
as I walk Susan Bonk Plumridge
three-line poems in the pandemic-time haiku therapy
Tsanka Shishkova
kukai meeting other minimalists
Susan Bonk Plumridge
grey clouds
my pen is ready
to rain words
Minal Sarosh
morning frost
plumes of breath
keeping us apart
John Hawkhead
within the long
dark hallway of memory
is there light
in dreams
we occasionally slide into
the body of another
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
alone...
I listen to a firefly's
story
morning walk
a few laps along
the balcony
Mirela Brăilean
arthritis
the curve of her hands
picking apples
Pat Davis
water trough
gathered around it
the house shadows
Samo Kreutz
train tunnel
my yawn swallows the
sudden darkness
a pause to watch the geese — open skies
day moon --
a gull flies
through the rain
Dorna Hainds
tai chi
a butterfly rests
on my nose
deeper than the hoot of snowy owls winter solitude
Joe Sebastian
shimmered air
a lone buzzard circles
the sun
morning rain filling the bird bath two fat pigeons
Marilyn Ward
dead end ... google tells me I have reached Arvinder Kaur
Easter
finally rising
my late tulips
John J. Dunphy
looking back...
but there is no
shadow
Kamrun Nahar
the weep of willows and wise men morning moon Kelly Sauvage
withered trees
your pale face lingers
in my heart
Lisbeth Ho
eternity . . .
this single drop
of dew
Veronika Zora Novak
sea storm... the sky cracks and falls down Diana Teneva