end of life . green apples
Peter Jastermsky
silent night humming a carol to my pet
Florin C. Ciobica
my dog and I look for brightness new moon
Neena Singh
living room
our first real Christmas tree
marked by our dog
John J. Dunphy
poodle dreams a cumulus cloud
in the dark
Mariel Herbert
long night moon
shadows dancing on
gravel roads
Jim Niffen
winter dusk
cutting onions
for my soupMariangela Canzi
bare maple
a tiny red beanie
trampled in mud
Louise Hopewell
quilting... autumn leaves upon the grass
Baisali Chatterjee Dutt
swedish fish swimming— in their wake they seem to jump from gold gummy bears Pat Geyer
internet down. then. we talk
moon landing—
a delayed flock of geese
above water
Mirela Brăilean
low clouds
his last breath
in a handkerchief
Carmela Marino
paper and pencil
I leave a trail of breadcrumbs
for the afterlife
Cynthia Anderson
jazz club dancer squeezed into her dress my dreams Robert Moyer
Winter day
Rainbow falls
on my quiet Maria Cristina Pulvirenti
over and over
the song
the silence
Keith Evetts
tattered at the toe
the stocking I hung
as a child
Helen Ogden
dusk
the shadows of the nutcrackers
at the Christmas market
Maya Daneva
monarch butterfly
delivering a message
from the great unknown
Richard Bailly
old immigrant
how many Pacific waves
lap at my feet
Chen-ou Liu
mom’s fine china
the gold rim
of an eclipse
Barrie Levine
wildfire . . .
the madness of gusty winds
Manoj Sharma
I slowly stir
amongst ancient runes
where trees sing
their branches like harps
stringing sunbeams
Joanna Ashwell
note by note . . .
a violin gathers
the last star
Veronika Zora Novak
video call
the way you become
a landscape
Robert Moyer
kindergarten
that time before
mirrors
Pat Davis
blue spruce not blue but spruce
Scott Wiggerman