By Sankara Jayanth

white dove

a token totem

for non-existent peace

Sankara Jayanth

perennials not without goodbyes


Sankara Jayanth

By Susan Yavaniski

flu season . . .

the hypochondriac

senses demise

in a single sneeze

that could wake the dead

Susan Yavaniski

a big smile. . .

hiding the wrinkles

in my confidence

Susan Yavaniski

ear doctor

surely the whole office hears

my diagnosis

Susan Yavaniski

claiming the American dream an American gun

Susan Yavaniski

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

dancing on rooftops

new declaration

end of all wars


Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Shasta Hatter

watercolor

of purple and blue

moon rising

Shasta Hatter

fog

in distant trees...

funeral rites

Shasta Hatter

By Susan Burch

pollen counting the ways you hate me

Susan Burch

By Stephanie Zepherelli

bitter wind

lost voices

of loved ones

Stephanie Zepherelli

carving wood

i remember dad’s hands

covered in dust

Stephanie Zepherelli

butterfly wings

perfectly balanced

spring equinox

Stephanie Zepherelli

barren landscape

one flower blooming

is enough

Stephanie Zepherelli

By Steve Van Allen

birds fly a pathless path

with no contrail

Steve Van Allen

By Ruth Holzer

only after

you switch the light off

in the hall

and the last plane of the night

descends, can I fall asleep

Ruth Holzer

windstorm

reading a letter

not meant for me


Ruth Holzer

By David He

first kiss

the dark mystery

of a new moon

David He

By Pitt Büerken

trial

the judge drops

the gavel


Pitt Büerken

By Kelly Moyer

shipwrecked

a gale

of free-floating grace

Kelly Moyer

 

pearls the loneliest bird tethers to the nest

Kelly Moyer

wishing well

a stone

for every sorrow

Kelly Moyer

By Timothy Daly

early morning

the storm

under my skull

Timothy Daly

yoga class

trying to balance

commitments

Timothy Daly

the fallen pine

needles stab me

nostalgia

Timothy Daly

By John Pappas

funeral lilies

the young father learns

to french braid

John Pappas

between

that and this

winter rain

John Pappas

flood watch

she tells me again

it is what it is

John Pappas

white asters stay and wild a while

John Pappas

root rot

another far-off war

on television

John Pappas

By Robert Witmer

frogspawn

black holes

in a rippled universe

Robert Witmer

tricycle tracks

all the branches

of the human tree

Robert Witmer

crime novel

an old parking ticket

marks the page

Robert Witmer

By Brad Bennett

still

in slippers

spring morning

Brad Bennett

 

sunlight

through the skylight

by way of the moon

Brad Bennett

bird tracks

the call

of a snowplow

Brad Bennett

By John J. Dunphy

smelling of hand lotion the braille book

John J. Dunphy

By Diane Webster

through fog

the honk of geese

emerges

Diane Webster

By Elliot Diamond

the brush of snow

empty window frames

to a sky

Elliot Diamond

By Oliver Kleyer

A noise during the

funeral. A bumblebee

also mourns Granny.

Oliver Kleyer

By Oscar Luparia

bare oaks

all their branches

hold up the sky

Oscar Luparia

By Yvona Fast

Empty birch branches

stand bent, gaunt in bitter cold

Sheets of ice clinging.

Yvona Fast

By Gavin Austin

sleeping alone

the length of night

on your pillow


Gavin Austin

By Xiaoou Chen

slowed-down pace

the raindrops no longer

beat on my face


Xiaoou Chen

By Anne Curran

cloud nestles

into mountain curves —

afternoon sun

Anne Curran

By Douglas J. Lanzo

sun-warmed branches

grandma’s love

nourishing our tree

Douglas J. Lanzo

By Helen Ogden

high tide

bits of the seal

float back to sea

Helen Ogden

By Alison Rogers

waves break —

seagulls

at the shoreline

Alison Rogers

By Daniela Misso

wind-beaten grass

all the things

I leave behind

Daniela Misso