By Maya Daneva

dusk

the shadows of the nutcrackers

at the Christmas market

Maya Daneva

By Richard Bailly

monarch butterfly

delivering a message

from the great unknown

Richard Bailly

By Chen-ou Liu

old immigrant

how many Pacific waves

lap at my feet

Chen-ou Liu

By Barrie Levine

mom’s fine china

the gold rim

of an eclipse

Barrie Levine

By Manoj Sharma

wildfire . . .

the madness

of gusty winds

Manoj Sharma

By Joanna Ashwell

I slowly stir

amongst ancient runes

where trees sing

their branches like harps

stringing sunbeams

Joanna Ashwell

By Veronika Zora Novak

note by note . . .

a violin gathers

the last star

Veronika Zora Novak

By Robert Moyer

video call

the way you become

a landscape

Robert Moyer

By Pat Davis

kindergarten

that time before

mirrors

Pat Davis

By Scott Wiggerman

blue spruce not blue but spruce

Scott Wiggerman

By Florin C. Ciobica

a snowplow rumbling through my nightmare

Florin C. Ciobica

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

something fishy on my plate

Roberta Beach Jacobson

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