By Arvinder Kaur

getting(make) over

Arvinder Kaur

By B.A. France

gravel lane looking skyward alone

B.A. France

By Kelly Sauvage

dusty leaves the scent of someone else’s syrup
 

Kelly Sauvage

By Agus Maulana Sunjaya

winter rain dragging my shadow on the sidewalk


Agus Maulana Sunjaya

By Bee Jay

open wide

says my narrow-minded

dentist

Bee Jay

By Alex J. Lubman

Hunter's Moon---

the pizza boy finds

our house

Alex J. Lubman

By Angiola Inglese

moonlight

on my hand

a mantis

Angiola Inglese

By Joanna Ashwell

white pines

snow becoming

the night sky

Joanna Ashwell

By Ingrid Baluchi

winter dreariness

longing for the cheery warmth

of dandelions

Ingrid Baluchi

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

sparkles

on dandelions

lemon sun

Roberta Beach Jacobson

By Sangita Kalarickal

my daughter and i

harvest marigold seeds

summer dreams

Sangita Kalarickal

By Douglas J. Lanzo

even the pier

creaks with delight

summer evening stroll

Douglas J. Lanzo

By Priti Khullar

stalking

the memories

old age

Priti Khullar

By Ingrid Baluchi

drifting clouds

thoughts

race on

Ingrid Baluchi

By John J. Dunphy

St. Nicholas Day

a holiday card on my desk

signed Krampus

John J. Dunphy

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