mother’s wheelchair
empty for years now
i
still hug her there
Naomi G Tangonan
scent of pine away from the
hustle
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
*
until
i can no longer mourn this dried up river
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
*
avalanche
when i gaze
into
my past
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
*
winter
but i am always
ravenous
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
*
then
watch me dissolve into the cosmos
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
winter stars
this wish to return
home
Mona Bedi
*
back home
I caress a pebble
from
the mountain
Mona Bedi
winter moon
finding joy in 100
unfinished haiku
Mark Scott
*
winter sunrise–
always the crow
never the sparrow
Mark Scott
snowfall
stones with hats
in
the Zen garden
Emma Alexander Arthur
*
fifty
years on
still the same figure
Christmas Barbie
Emma Alexander Arthur
Wolf
Moon
making friend
with my shadow
Sébastien
Revon
*
sparking
sun
shadows shorten
on the frosted field
Sébastien
Revon
*
ancient
cemetery
only winter sun
visits the graves
Sébastien Revon
first day of the year
more than I can imagine
robin
songs
Agus Maulana Sunjaya
*
rusty fence
overwhelmed by
poison ivy
the thought of you
lingers
Agus Maulana Sunjaya
*
a stray cat
on my welcome mat
overcast
sky
Agus Maulana Sunjaya
zen retreat
emptying
my
wallet
Andrew Markowski
*
blank canvas
an artist paints
her
nails
Andrew Markowski
*
improv class
a student makes up an excuse
for
being late
Andrew Markowski
campfire
her eyes follow a moth
to
the flame
Kerry J Heckman
*
homecoming
the unbroken sky
of
the prairie
Kerry J Heckman
dish of moon at night
the
trees begin to undress
selfish lover-you!
Aftab Yusuf Shaikh
pine woods
meditation
each hushed step
one with the next
Darrell
Petska
*
cut trim cut
trim
sleeping farmworkers’ hands
still picking
broccoli
Darrell Petska
*
snow flurries
I
just don’t know
what to
think
Darrell Petska
rising sun
the mountains wear
an
orange hue
Govind Joshi
*
summer tour
we shower
in
a waterfall
Govind Joshi
winter
another hour of
dusk
passing slowly
B. L. Bruce
*
looking north
in
the New Year
polestar
B. L. Bruce
*
midnight
thoughts
of you
in the empty hours
B. L. Bruce
poinsettia
the statement
of
winter
Joanna Ashwell
*
thinning leaves
a glimpse into
forest
life
Joanna Ashwell
a small box of things
he left behind
I hold on
a little while longer
to
what was lost
Alvin B. Cruz