By Don Brandis

The Little Bighorn

a gentle slope of sagebrush

sand   gravestones    silence

more then than now still weighted

with passing toward forgotten

Don Brandis

By Bernadette O' Reilly

slow walk to what i do not want

Bernadette O' Reilly

By Xiaoou Chen

deserted bedroom

her nightdress carries

a faint scent still

Xiaoou Chen

By Robert Witmer

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

By Stephanie Zepherelli

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

By Daniela Misso

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

By Biswajit Mishra

harvest moon

not enough to feed

the poets

Biswajit Mishra

By Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

sunshine

all around me

the silence of houseplants

Suraja Menon Roychowdhury

By Oscar Luparia

oneness

your inner spring

makes my soul bloom

Oscar Luparia

solitary pine . . .

the place where I'll stop

when I am gone

Oscar Luparia

By Joshua St. Claire

no echo

the sharpness

of cricketsong

Joshua St. Claire

By Tsanka Shishkova

birds

without their nests

wildfire


Tsanka Shishkova

By Eugeniusz Zacharski

mild breeze

mother's hand

caresses my face

Eugeniusz Zacharski

By Brad Bennett

a lightness

to our leaving

garden webs

Brad Bennett

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

aunt house without aunt…

all my haiga

in her vineyard

Steliana Cristina Voicu

timeless garden —

my children playing

my childhood games

Steliana Cristina Voicu

By David Ngo

in the valley's depth,

a spring gushes forth.

David Ngo

By Nancie Zivetz-Gertler

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

By Bonnie J Scherer

concertina

stretching spring

into summer


Bonnie J Scherer

By Mike Fainzilber

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

By Mark Forrester

cracking open

the cool shale

an ancient fern

Mark Forrester

By Maurizio Brancaleoni

thickened fog —

I still delude myself

she will love me

Maurizio Brancaleoni

By Mircea Moldovan

forsythia, the morning walk of a priestess

Mircea Moldovan

By Monica Kakkar

slew of signatures . . .

even with lengthening days

we run out of time


Monica Kakkar

By Pat Davis

saturday

the jingle from mama's

apron pockets

Pat Davis

on a ginko

sounds of contentment

from his wheelchair

Pat Davis

By Barrie Levine

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

By Barbara Anna Gaiardoni

immigrants landing  new wave of panic

Barbara Anna Gaiardoni

By Vandana Parashar

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

Vandana Parashar

By Rita Melissano

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

By Lisa C Reynolds

alphabet soup...

she learns

to eat her words

Lisa C Reynolds