By Jimmy Webb

 the screaming fox - his double edged sword
 

Jimmy Webb

By Nudurupati Nagasri

Firefly

The only moon…

Of Amavasya *

Nudurupati Nagasri

  

*No moon day

By Nicoletta Ignatti

I rock the moon

lying on the swing-

summer night

Nicoletta Ignatti

By Florin C. Ciobica

melon field 

the scarecrow points

to the moon

Florin C. Ciobica

By Mona Iordan

late-night news

the moon minds

its own business

Mona Iordan

By Ben Onachila

a magical gift

this potted lemon tree

a moon now on each branch
 

Ben Onachila

By Angiola Inglese

orange blossom--

a single woman

under the moon


Angiola Inglese

By Lafcadio

rabbit moon--

the silence

multiplying
 

Lafcadio

By Claire Ninham

thunder moon

the accidental crunch

of molluscs

Claire Ninham

By Pat Davis

thrift shop

all my possessions

still there


Pat Davis

By Douglas J. Lanzo

rainbow

shoots from Neptune’s trident

after sea-blown storm
 

Douglas J. Lanzo

By Pippa Phillips

echo

she calls

to herself

Pippa Phillips

By Mirela Brăilean

pandemic funeral -

behind the widow

convoy of leaves
 

Mirela Brăilean

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

freedom

to walk away

stray cat

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Barrie Levine

indifferent

to the names we give her

cold moon

Barrie Levine

By Surashree Joshi

half moon. . .

my memories of you 

incomplete

Surashree Joshi

By Douglas J. Lanzo

peering

ages into the past

stargazing

Douglas J. Lanzo

By Radhamani Sarma

my haiku

counting more revisions

than syllables

Radhamani Sarma

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

words

upon the paper

but a robin sings

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Sushama Kapur

rows of paddy -

mingling with green

the blue of sky

Sushama Kapur

By Barrie Levine

combing mom’s hair . . .

a lake ripples

with silver

Barrie Levine

By Baisali Chatterjee Dutt

temple bells

calling for dawn

beyond the hills

Baisali Chatterjee Dutt

By Samo Kreutz

narrow street

rubbing up against me

the bell's echo

Samo Kreutz

By Mona Bedi

lucid interval

I die and come back

all so soon

Mona Bedi

By Joanna Ashwell

I send out

my apologies

to the world

let me know when

it is safe to re-emerge

Joanna Ashwell

By Keith Evetts

crumbs

birds have to eat

somewhere

Keith Evetts

By Mirela Brăilean

summer heat -

the snappy ticking

of my Dali clock

Mirela Brăilean

By Arvinder Kaur

phone screens: the loneliness of a crowd

Arvinder Kaur