By Alvin B. Cruz

in the woods

a loneliness silenced

by birdsong

Alvin B. Cruz

hospice window

moonlight enters

without permission

Alvin B. Cruz

By Ann Sullivan

the next day

      alone

with a wishbone

Ann Sullivan

                                     butterflies

   the wind catches up

Ann Sullivan

By Adrian Bouter

rain all night you were there

Adrian Bouter

cat's purr nothing can hurt us now

Adrian Bouter

By petro c.k.

what's mine is yours

what's yours is mine

                     windstorm

petro c.k.

the vulnerability

of being seen

soaring hawk

petro c.k.

By Kelly Sargent

sea foam

combing the knots

from the wind

Kelly Sargent

spring sky sparrows discovering my vocal c(h)ords

Kelly Sargent

By Bryan Rickert

seasonal sadness settling into raven song

Bryan Rickert

eclipse

the time it takes

poppies to close

Bryan Rickert

By Mike Gallagher

gnomes

frost-blanched

boots

Mike Gallagher

a butterfly

its shadow disappearing

into shade


Mike Gallagher

the lioness

a mother sensing

danger


Mike Gallagher

By Deborah P Kolodji

barking

at the sea wind

wolf moon


Deborah P Kolodji

constant bird chatter

silently I sit

with butterflies


Deborah P Kolodji

synchronized swimming

long-beaked dolphins

jump the waves

Deborah P Kolodji

ring cluster

through the telescope

our distance


Deborah P Kolodji

By Louise Hopewell

wishing well

the orange question mark

of a koi

Louise Hopewell

droning cicadas

a fairy wren flits

shadow to shadow


Louise Hopewell

By cp howes

on a pond

steps to the sun

water lilies

cp howes

 

cryptic postcards

From interstellar lasers

crop circles

cp howes

By Nalini Shetty

morning coffee

the bitter taste

of yesterday’s news

Nalini Shetty

dinner for one

the candle burns

at both ends

Nalini Shetty

unfollow button

friendship reduced

to a click

Nalini Shetty

By Ravi Kiran

first cruise

the destination

doesn’t matter

Ravi Kiran

 

deep within

the shifting sands

camel tracks

Ravi Kiran

 

sometimes in sync

the legs

of flamingos

Ravi Kiran

By Hassane Zemmouri

lonely as my goldfish bubbles of past memories

Hassane Zemmouri

By Tuyet Van Do

afternoon drive

in the passenger seat

fur baby

Tuyet Van Do

By Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

language of flowers

does lilac have an accent

in the English garden

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

two lines on the test

my girlfriend is going to have

a coronavirus

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

By Vishal Prabhu

prayer beads

tugging at the nought

between creations

Vishal Prabhu

By Chen-ou Liu

all that

remains

down

to

the dark

alone

Chen-ou Liu

where were you born?

a neighbor's knife-sharp question ...

near the fence

I see green leaves and buds

on a maple tree stump

Chen-ou Liu

my body lies

next to my wife's for years

and yet

in a corner of my mind

this woman in red

Chen-ou Liu

By Pitt Büerken

spring

the war picks up

pace again

Pitt Büerken

he cheers

she wonders

it works

Pitt Büerken

By Douglas J. Lanzo

rolling mist

blue-gray mountains

awaken

Douglas J. Lanzo

steeped in endless fog

mountain folds

older than glaciers

Douglas J. Lanzo

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

watertolandtowater

again and again

the tide turns

Deborah Karl-Brandt

stepping around

one million earthworms

spring rain

Deborah Karl-Brandt

By Scott F. Parker

lost in the orchard

in no hurry to be found—

poems grow on trees

Scott F. Parker

By Kathryn Haydon

jazz quintet

grooving inside

the storm

Kathryn Haydon

faking a smile

plastic ferns

in the dentist’s office

Kathryn Haydon

By Rosa Maria Di Salvatore

exchanged glances

petals of daisies

scattered in the wind

Rosa Maria Di Salvatore

By Mona Bedi

lunar eclipse

the frayed edges

of her memory


Mona Bedi

airport clocks —

all the places

i could be


Mona Bedi

By Daniel Birnbaum

end of autumn

a goat eats

the bark of a pine tree

Daniel Birnbaum

By Nicola Schaum

cloud spotting my troubles shifting shape

Nicola Schaum

sensory extension

the deaf cat sees, I listen

summer rain

 Nicola Schaum

termite tango

drifting wings

glisten at dusk

Nicola Schaum

By Olivia Sitlub

The sound of the harp

in the heart of a forest

invigorates me

relieving my mind with grace

providing peace to my soul

Olivia Sitlub

By Wilda Morris

from the brush

a rabbit with a torn ear

evening chill

Wilda Morris

translucent windows

of an old house

cicada skin

Wilda Morris