Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Wednesday, April 10, 2024

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

the last songbird

on a mountaintop

singing to the world


Stephen Jarrell Williams



empty railroad tracks

sunflowers reaching skyward

between the steel rails


Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Chen-ou Liu

midnight snowfall

the nonstop blaring

of a car alarm

Chen-ou Liu



gathering shadows

ten more people ticketed

for sleeping rough

Chen-ou Liu

By Mark Forrester

cavern walls—

humming a tune

from another time


Mark Forrester



morning mist

a few swans sleeping

on the pond—

still giving each other

the silent treatment


Mark Forrester

By Ravi Kiran

turbulence

the art of balancing

black coffee


Ravi Kiran



a second look

at the first impression

red mushroom

Ravi Kiran

By Tony Williams

partial sight

his life

in a goldfish bowl


Tony Williams



hailstorm—

my hand stuck out

to feel the sting


Tony Williams

Tuesday, April 9, 2024

By Nitu Yumnam

earthen pot

the shape i take

shifting homes

Nitu Yumnam

By Elliot Diamond

shadow dance

the coyote howels…

a karaoke moon

Elliot Diamond

By Jennifer Gurney

on the edges

of my periphery—

you live

Jennifer Gurney

By Kathabela Wilson

I took the dragon

by the tail held onto it

my compass

circle after circle in sand

it drew me inward

Kathabela Wilson

By Olinda Ninolakis

Y is why

not an ypsilon

all Greek to me

Olinda Ninolakis

By Mark Gilbert

cherry blossoms

and then some snow

April fool

Mark Gilbert

By Stephen Toft

moonlit snow

a fox prints

her own poem


Stephen Toft

By Samo Kreutz

gentle dawn ...

the haiku remains

unfinished


Samo Kreutz

By Manoj Sharma

pendulum swing

I let the memory

heal


Manoj Sharma


 

office window

the ascending aroma

from the alley bakery


Manoj Sharma



long night

the lonely baying

of a stray dog


Manoj Sharma



March wind

a drifting leaf settles

on my shoulder


Manoj Sharma



ancestral well

remembering

my foremothers


Manoj Sharma

By Timothy Daly

stale bread we can’t break the silence

Timothy Daly



blackberry bush this bitter departure

Timothy Daly



the side they don’t see of me half moon

Timothy Daly

By Jackie Chou

no water lilies

but rock reflections

in the winter pond

I look for beauty

in the cold and gray

Jackie Chou



a stone Buddha

on the garden path

reminds me

it was many years ago

I last lit incense

Jackie Chou



two blue-tailed birds

hopping in and out

of a fallen tree

all the things I cannot name

on my midday walk

Jackie Chou



the sky tonight

bereft of the moon

and stars...

I write a love poem

about airplanes

Jackie Chou

By Anthony Ward

Did I waste myself on excess,

Wanting too much

Until it became too little?

Anthony Ward


 

To see the moon and hear the loon

Is to feel what night is made of

Anthony Ward



Leaves dance to the rhythm of the rain

Anthony Ward

By Noga Shemer

above or below

i will always be here when

wildflowers return

Noga Shemer



how many, he asks

infinite, is her answer

azalea petals

Noga Shemer


 

leave the door open

so I may hear you trying

not to disturb me

Noga Shemer

 

 

i worry for you

but you've been through this before

daffodils in snow

Noga Shemer

Sunday, April 7, 2024

By Debbie Strange

the world careens

from crisis to crisis  . . .

pumpkin toadlets


image and words Debbie Strange

 
 
 


vegan picnic

three scoops of daisies

in my cone

image and words Debbie Strange





 

Friday, April 5, 2024

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

romanian village —

the sun rises from a basket

of field flowers

Steliana Cristina Voicu

By Georg Cook

Milk spilt

Nothing is meant to remain

Contained forever


Georg Cook



Sands shift

The eviction notice

Delivered


Georg Cook

By Leanne Mumford

market day—

a woman tying bundles

of fresh lavender

Leanne Mumford

By Wanda Amos

then and now

the declining number

of beetles

Wanda Amos



women in black

the harvest of their wombs

cold in the earth

Wanda Amos

By Vandana Parashar

Indian market

all the vehicles parked

in no parking zone

Vandana Parashar



stirring a storm

in the puddle

strong wind


Vandana Parashar

By Bonnie J Scherer

snow –

dozens of Inuit words

none easy to shovel

Bonnie J Scherer



moths nibbling on wool fingerless gloves

Bonnie J Scherer



peel after peel the onion still

Bonnie J Scherer

By Goran Gatalica

morning wind . . .

the birdsong too

rooted to sky
 

Goran Gatalica


 

sunny spot —

cultivating a garden

in our yard


Goran Gatalica

By Steve Van Allen

dry winter leaves

slowly overtaken

by greens of March

Steve Van Allen

By Hassane Zemmouri

as long as time nostalgia

 
Hassane Zemmouri