Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Saturday, April 27, 2024

By Alvin B. Cruz

used poetry book

a skeleton leaf

on a love poem

Alvin B. Cruz



writer's block

he stirs his cup

of tea

Alvin B. Cruz

By David Ngo

one road

upon another—

shoulders to stand on

David Ngo



treasure the moment

if only I could message

yesterday's self

David Ngo



life's journey seeks

to fill the blanks

David Ngo

By Govind Joshi

forest range

we wait

for elephants' crossing

Govind Joshi



cricket season

this night

a song

Govind Joshi

By Susan Lee Roberts

as the fog lifts . . .

daffodils and dandelions

jump out


Susan Lee Roberts



placid lake

one kayak

and a string of ducklings


Susan Lee Roberts

By Janet Krauss

We create memory

to defy the erasures

of time

Janet Krauss

By Mike Gallagher

beech canopy

the raindrops loud

on his hat

Mike Gallagher



the fragrance

of a moonflower trumpets

a wren's night song


Mike Gallagher



rolling downhill

the peaty breath

of the mountain

Mike Gallagher

By Adrian Bouter

    what

quiet

   magpies

Adrian Bouter



nothing's changed

in his tool shed

spider webs

Adrian Bouter

By Eugeniusz Zacharski

time of war...

a formation of geese

splits into two


Eugeniusz Zacharski

Friday, April 26, 2024

By Ram Chandran

Longing


the longing

to hug my little daughter—

waiting for next visitation day


my longing

to belong to an another world—

a sparrow's nest


a bird on my windowsill—

my longing

to fly in the vast blue sky

Ram Chandran

By Mark Hendrickson

Swallows


blind date

new bird

on the wire


two birds flit

from tree to tree;

home shopping


getting takeout

while his wife watches the kids

he gathers worms

Mark Hendrickson

Monday, April 22, 2024

By Belinda Behne

sun kisses earth goodnight

an explosion of crimson

drenches the sky


children buried in rubble

cry for food and for peace

Belinda Behne



far away

almost beyond memory

my father's voice

Belinda Behne



out of the ashes

wild violets

bloom

Belinda Behne



losing the path

deep in the forest

I find myself


deep in the forest

losing myself

I find the path


losing the path

I find myself

deep in the forest

Belinda Behne

Sunday, April 21, 2024

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

two

exchanging glances over laptops

Starbucks

Joseph P. Wechselberger



snowmelt

the slow drip and pooling

of fluid from the old car

Joseph P. Wechselberger



as if

he never existed

the baby’s unmarked grave

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

daydreaming

are there cherry trees

in heaven?

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont



old photos

what's left of this meadow

this blade of grass

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

By Sébastien Revon

argument aftermath

under winter rain

the dog and I

Sébastien Revon

By Anwitha Sudeep

garden

the smallest lily

loses a petal


Anwitha Sudeep



behind the clouds

a shriveled fish in the

eagle's beak


Anwitha Sudeep

By Nancy Brady

penguin love

he presents her

with a shiny pebble

Nancy Brady



wildflower walk

along the trail they see

a walking stick

Nancy Brady

By Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

brown bunny

the alliteration

in its hop hop hop

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury



soft kiss

a morning brush

of sunlight


Suraja Menon Roychowdhury


narcissus...

how you force me

to look at you

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

By Simon De Courcey

peat bog days

the dead creep into

conversation

Simon De Courcey

By Fhen M.

Hundred billion stars in the galaxy

peering only at the Polaris.

Fhen M.



Eyeballs catching the Kingfisher

flying from tree to tree.

Fhen M.



Stayed to see the sun disappear

to watch my love: Lupus constellation.

Fhen M.

By Srini

punctuating my sleeplessness dripping tap

Srini

By Yasir Farooq

keyhole cobweb—

i enter

the ancient cave

Yasir Farooq



rain shower

the wet fledglings

on the swaying tree

Yasir Farooq

Saturday, April 20, 2024

By Kelly Sargent

reaped harvest —

my teenager says hello

to the homeless woman

Kelly Sargent



the childhood I wish I had dandelion puff

Kelly Sargent



wild fig tree

bent seaward —

how I long

once more

to long

Kelly Sargent

By Rita Melissano

this solitude…

a cloud cloaking my days

with ease

the silence no word

wants to escape

Rita Melissano



sitting

on a slice of moon

she smiles

without feeling the sharp

edge of the dark side


Rita Melissano


writing

on the mind’s walls

all is lost

the red ink of a heart lasts

forever like a swan feather

Rita Melissano



endless sky...

where

the sun goes to sleep

Rita Melissano

By Susan Burch

city co-op garden –

not even my own

empire of dirt

Susan Burch



horrible day –

my haiku

grow fangs

Susan Burch

By Katherine E Winnick

wolf moon

a solitary daffodil

waves in the wind


Katherine E Winnick

By Kristen Lindquist

first vulture . . .

imagining the past lives

of this old pine


Kristen Lindquist



sun halo

the overlapping orbits

of vultures in flight


Kristen Lindquist



lazy creek . . .

the morning air hazy

with willow fluff


Kristen Lindquist