Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Wednesday, December 29, 2021

By Samo Kreutz

reflection in the river

the sun and the clouds

all over her face

Samo Kreutz

By Kyoko Bengala

an icy wind—

remained in the petals

of my roses

Kyoko Bengala

By Mircea Moldovan

traces of her footsteps in the snow

Mircea Moldovan

By Richard Bailly

coyotes

traversing the lake

under cold moon


Richard Bailly

Tuesday, December 28, 2021

By Geoff Pope

running in the bike lane—

hit

by a pine cone


Geoff Pope

By Meera Rehm

frost moon

he becomes a ghost

in every photo


Meera Rehm

By Sherry Grant

wedding photo standing so much closer

Sherry Grant

By Cynthia Anderson

glossed-over faults the earthquake waiting to happen

Cynthia Anderson

By Lori A Minor

sprouting lily. . .

finally old enough

to give up my faith

Lori A Minor

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

dandelion seeds

float away in a muggy air

the friends i lost

when i decided

to honor my truth


Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Alvin B. Cruz

blowing dandelions

I chase a dream

that is not mine

Alvin B. Cruz

By Joe Sebastian

bamboo grove

the wind's symphony

rises and falls


Joe Sebastian

Monday, December 27, 2021

By Scott Wiggerman

I no longer sing

in perfect harmony

faraway notes

Scott Wiggerman

By Keith Evetts

new year

our farewells

on the wind


Keith Evetts

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

i find myself

standing before the sun

stitch me

heal me

in the places i cannot reach


Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Kelly Sauvage

wild hearts

god stands at the window

looking in
 

Kelly Sauvage

By Veronika Zora Novak

a sound

that is not sound . . .

winter dew


Veronika Zora Novak

By Susan Burch

a weather vane

constantly shifting

directions

the stress

of not knowing

Susan Burch

By Nudurupati Nagasri

dancing filament

on divorce papers

the grand jeté amid his sign


Nudurupati Nagasri

By Ray Spitzenberger

dark

sky

dark

silence

dark

thoughts


Ray Spitzenberger

By Nani Mariani

Semeru Mountain

volcanic eruptions

gray December

nation's sadness

my heart is there


Nani Mariani

By Pat Davis

the walk to work

all the familiar

strangers

Pat Davis

By John Grey

from room to room,

love moves out

saves a space for loneliness

John Grey

By Maria Teresa Sisti

winter solstice—

a painted silence

in my memories

Maria Teresa Sisti

Sunday, December 26, 2021

By Brad Bennett

winter morning

the sound of an orange peel

tearing away
 

Brad Bennett

By Alvin B. Cruz

Covid fatigue

a coastal town

screams at the sea

Alvin B. Cruz

By Allyson Whipple

no frost yet

the neighbor’s power drill

whines at dawn


Allyson Whipple

By Cynthia Anderson

old friends

too old to pick up

where we left off

Cynthia Anderson