By B.A. France

fill the interlude 

with a depth of meaning

… cold wet wind

B.A. France

By Florin C. Ciobica

snowflakes softening the voices of the protesters

Florin C. Ciobica

By C.X.Turner

the cry

of autumn –

forest floor

C.X.Turner

By Mircea Moldovan

first snow

a garden flamingo

tries to fly

Mircea Moldovan

By Kathleen Vasek Trocmet

blizzard . . .

digging out

the last log

Kathleen Vasek Trocmet

By Amrutha Prabhu

carrom game ...

my daughter grabs

a full moon

Amrutha Prabhu

By C.X.Turner

day moon –

I wait for you

to notice me

C.X.Turner

By Priti Khullar

me time


my favorite teacup

and matching saucer

Priti Khullar

By Kathleen Vasek Trocmet

darkness . . .

the owl's hoot

flies away

Kathleen Vasek Trocmet

By Pippa Phillips

just

big enough for us—

country church

Pippa Phillips

By Pippa Phillips

golden hour—

he rakes his shadow

into the leaves

Pippa Phillips

By Kathleen Vasek Trocmet

afternoon rain . . .

bookmarking

soup recipes

Kathleen Vasek Trocmet

By Ram Chandran

the lightness of being a butterfly

Ram Chandran

By Tsanka Shishkova

virgin beach

baby turtles rush

to the sea

Tsanka Shishkova

By Vincenzo Adamo

Indian summer

smiles return

under the bridge

Vincenzo Adamo

By Mircea Moldovan

blood stains

under the pale moonlight

a poacher

Mircea Moldovan

By Mona Bedi

old grief–

the leaves that refuse

to change colour

Mona Bedi

By Mona Bedi

the (in)visible scars inflicted by you

Mona Bedi

By Alvin B. Cruz

empty well

only the echo

of a falling leaf

Alvin B. Cruz

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

fish in stream the river that never was

Roberta Beach Jacobson

By Brendan Duffin

bustling

saturday city

the river's silence

Brendan Duffin

By Diana Teneva

empty platform ...

I can't 

let you go

Diana Teneva

By Remzi Gülsün

the rose

falling out its petals—

chemo seance


Remzi Gülsün

By Mariangela Canzi

a jar of rain

on his grave—

rainbow

Mariangela Canzi

By Ruth Holzer

Days of Awe—

praying for a kind stranger

or angel

to place pebbles

on the family graves

Ruth Holzer

By Reid Hepworth

tree frog

sonata in g

before I sleep

Reid Hepworth

By Lakshmi Iyer

for one last chance I gather up my soul

Lakshmi Iyer

By Dennis Andrew Aguinaldo

On a thread of scent,

weaver ants

climb leaves of insulin. 

Dennis Andrew Aguinaldo