By Nicola Schaum

Moon's halo the quiet is noisy

Nicola Schaum

By C.X. Turner

if peace

were a sound

snow angels

C.X. Turner

By Alfred Booth

my inner bear

begins to hibernate

cold moon

Alfred Booth

By Nancy Brady

wood smoke

in the wind

—last rites

Nancy Brady

By Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

the taste of winter in my folding hands snow

Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

By Ron Nhim

vacant park bench

a homeless man curls up

to dream in the cold


Ron Nhim

By David He

river ice

choking every word

winter moon

David He

*

the cry

of a swan

out of reeds...

the coolness

of moonlight

David He

By Robert Witmer

alone

the little boy fills his basket

with snowballs

Robert Witmer

By Chen-ou Liu

last shift over

my shadow walks alone

with the snow moon

Chen-ou Liu

By S.Eta Grubešić

Rooted in Winter

S.Eta Grubešić

By Kimberly Kuchar

the weight of ice

on every branch

my breaking point

Kimberly Kuchar

*

 

a falling tear

freezes on her cheek

she keeps walking

Kimberly Kuchar

By Michael Shoemaker

moving a piano up

to the fourteenth floor

a test of friendship

Michael Shoemaker

By Mark Meyer

nightingale floor

still waking the dead

as I tiptoe through life

Mark Meyer

By Mark Forrester

thick brush

the fox’s tail

here and gone

Mark Forrester

By Mark Gilbert

sparrows that rhyme

and snow that doesn’t lay

Leonard Cohen

Mark Gilbert

By M. R. Pelletier

Time lapse—

   how age reshuffles

   memory’s frames

M. R. Pelletier

By Mary Arnold

Appalachian pond

in the middle of mallards

a single cormorant

Mary Arnold

By Melissa Laussmann

his gentle moves

in morning's first light—

the silkworm

Melissa Laussmann

By David Josephsohn

health crisis

her long journey

to another state


David Josephsohn

By Randy Brooks

red button mushrooms

cheerful little fellas

on a rotting log


Randy Brooks

By Aline da Silveira

unleash me tsunami heart if you see waves

Aline da Silveira

By Pitt Büerken

global warming

the winter coat stays

in the wardrobe

Pitt Büerken

By Amber Winter

sugar scrub polishing off my old self

Amber Winter

By Carmela Marino

my destiny

a seagull driven

by wind


Carmela Marino

By Brad Bennett

one dead tree leaning

on another dead tree leaning

on a live one

Brad Bennett

By Helen Ogden

the shadow I cast

upon the blank page

morning light

Helen Ogden

By David Ngo

stone carvings—

yesterdays relived

David Ngo

By Mircea Moldovan

somewhere death wears Santa's hat

Mircea Moldovan