deserted bedroom
her nightdress carries
a
faint scent still
Xiaoou
Chen
an old wagon
heavy with hay
remembering
the rain
Robert Witmer
sunrise
bursts into the room
the
brass buddha winks
Robert Witmer
sundown
in a barren field
the
scarecrow nods
Robert Witmer
shadows
under the stairs
milk
for a one-eyed cat
Robert Witmer
a grand piano
hanging from a window
our
last goodbye
Robert Witmer
cracked teapot
filling cups with
fond
memories
Stephanie Zepherelli
between us
a flickering candle . . .
shared
secrets
Stephanie Zepherelli
quiet pond
dipping a toe
in
shimmering moons
Stephanie Zepherelli
enjoying nothing
in particular
and
everything
Stephanie Zepherelli
an open book
left on a tree stump . . .
ants
pass by
Daniela Misso
silence between us –
the stones cast shadows
on
the sand
Daniela Misso
grass sprouts
I immerse myself
in
a book
Daniela Misso
sunshine
all around me
the
silence of houseplants
Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
oneness
your
inner spring
makes my soul bloom
Oscar Luparia
solitary
pine . . .
the place where I'll stop
when I am gone
Oscar Luparia
aunt house without aunt…
all my haiga
in
her vineyard
Steliana Cristina Voicu
timeless garden —
my children playing
my
childhood games
Steliana Cristina Voicu
resting in the shade
i listen to a river
telling
its stories
Nancie Zivetz-Gertler
it's hard to find clothes
when you're almost seventy
and
you feel brand new
Nancie Zivetz-Gertler
adjusting a picture frame
the world
in
place
Mike Fainzilber
memorial service
replacing the priest
a
jazz quartet
Mike Fainzilber
butterflies
many lives later
migration’s
end
Mike Fainzilber
slew of signatures . . .
even with lengthening days
we
run out of time
Monica Kakkar
saturday
the jingle from mama's
apron
pockets
Pat Davis
on a ginko
sounds of contentment
from
his wheelchair
Pat Davis
yearbook ‘68
my hometown friends
and
their hairdos
Barrie Levine
sipping milk
from the cereal bowl
my
inner cat
Barrie Levine
signs of spring!
flower emojis
in
all her texts
Barrie Levine
river’s regret
one wrong turn
years
ago
Vandana Parashar
breast
augmentation and the smallness of everything else
Vandana Parashar
my son’s drawing
every house has
a
tree outside
white waterlilies
at
the feet of a bronze Pan
the owl too
rests in stillness by
them
before bowing for a sip
Rita Melissano
peace comes
silent like the dawn
war...so loud
an open market
full
of rattlesnakes
Rita Melissano
going home together
the moon
and
I
Rita Melissano