Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Friday, June 7, 2024

By Stephen C. Curro

no reception

the music

of the river

Stephen C. Curro



daybreak

the gurgle

of the coffeemaker

Stephen C. Curro

By Brad Bennett

the loom

of indigo clouds

thistle silk

Brad Bennett

By Risë Daniels

autumn leaves ...

this sorrow from

letting you go

Risë Daniels



sudden shower…

my mantra

shifts rhythm

Risë Daniels



cherry festival

her blush

betrays her

Risë Daniels

By J. D. Nelson


near the shelter where I lived grasshopper in my face

J. D. Nelson



logizomai I walk & walk but don’t advance


J. D. Nelson



first leaves of spring now we’re talkin’!


J. D. Nelson



out of the corner of my eye crow & crow again


J. D. Nelson



thoughts of dewdrop universes roofers laugh in the wind


J. D. Nelson

By Tony Williams

a piece of red amber—

I like it

because she loves it


Tony Williams

By Robert Witmer

a child

shoehorned into a dream

the long walk home

Robert Witmer



a name

in a forgotten book

somewhere in the middle

Robert Witmer

By Adrian Bouter

pristine pines

the narrow path

having no end

Adrian Bouter

Thursday, June 6, 2024

By Randy Brooks

brothers

pestering each other

in the back seat

now fallen angels

both asleep

Randy Brooks

By Mark Forrester

crocus blossoms

cupping the snow

in her small hands


Mark Forrester



green heron

as still

as the pond


Mark Forrester



mountain trail

at every turn

the moon’s tug


Mark Forrester



river glass . . .

the cool smoothness

of his lies


Mark Forrester

By Noah Berlatsky

Look! And you, look too!

In the waterfall, the hawk

sees its reflection.

Noah Berlatsky

By Jerome Berglund

sprig of parsley

along the back steps looking

almost intentional

Jerome Berglund



gradually the light

leaves us… our eyes adjust

so we don’t notice

Jerome Berglund



waving

away the gnats

half dandelion

Jerome Berglund

By JL Huffman

less traveled lane

Why did the kudzu

cross the road?

JL Huffman



senior living

rust and dent models

inside and out

JL Huffman

By Sharon Ferrante

sudden gust—

chimes tell secrets

Sharon Ferrante



I walk

on a moss laden path

deciding—

just for today

I need nothing more

Sharon Ferrante

Wednesday, June 5, 2024

By Keith Evetts

old pond

the deep depression

of a toad

Keith Evetts



summer breeze

the girl on a towel with a book

waves a foot

Keith Evetts



when blue

is nowhere near enough

kingfisher

Keith Evetts



evening downpour

the backstreet gutter clogged

with torn betting slips

Keith Evetts



getting older

prone to drop things

like birthdays

Keith Evetts



above the sawmill

the rasp of mute swans

heading west

Keith Evetts

By Chip Dameron

where is Basho

when I need him: day waning,

images hiding

Chip Dameron

By Mircea Moldovan

too much noise for a summer rain

Mircea Moldovan



the reasonable story of a wanderer's stone bridges

Mircea Moldovan



a drink

and another round

countryside life

Mircea Moldovan

By Chen-ou Liu

Mother once sighed,

you've spoken English for too long

you might forget me ...

exiled for years, I can't recall

which language I dream in

Chen-ou Liu

By Biswajit Mishra

learning mother tongue

our kids chance upon

a swear word

Biswajit Mishra



day after snow

a magpie braves

a fence-walk

Biswajit Mishra



graduation day

six goslings get

their first dip

Biswajit Mishra

Tuesday, June 4, 2024

By Fati Hab

calm sea

i miss this peace

in my city

Fati Hab

By Karen Pierce Gonzalez

mossy river runs

ancient coastal redwood dreams

you alive again


Karen Pierce Gonzalez




windswept

Karen Pierce Gonzalez

 



roots


Karen Pierce Gonzalez

By Lara Dolphin

bury me under

mussel, clam and oyster shells

in a mound of earth

Lara Dolphin



bienvenidos–

dine with us in a city

of gastronomy

Lara Dolphin

By Cameron Carvalho

this tree

a war

underground


Cameron Carvalho

 

 

dead thoughts my dog’s water bowl

Cameron Carvalho



I cast

thought

into nothing

Cameron Carvalho

Monday, June 3, 2024

By John Stevenson

an old cat

I stroke

his bony spine


John Stevenson



the moon

seemingly

alone

John Stevenson



vernal equinox

a chill

in the warmth

John Stevenson

By John Pappas

bare branches

the loneliness of

not knowing

John Pappas



autumn chill

I seed my lawn

with crows

John Pappas



after the storm—

the bright shards of the

broken pot

John Pappas



dark matter

the secrets I keep

from myself

John Pappas

By John Grey

morning drizzle

raindrops waking

on a gray roof

John Grey



calm peaceful village

smoke from beyond the hilltops

where the fighting is

John Grey



railway station on a disused line

one old brown suitcase

unclaimed these thirty years

John Grey

Sunday, June 2, 2024

By Jamie Wimberly

gray spring eve

leaving the park bench

for the pigeons

Jamie Wimberly



riptide

this poem goes out

to the seagulls

Jamie Wimberly



moon-faced

for every phase

another

Jamie Wimberly

By Mona Bedi

making up

for lost time

plum blossoms


Mona Bedi



incessant rain letting the river be

Mona Bedi




reheated coffee the conversation gone cold


Mona Bedi

Saturday, June 1, 2024

By Ron Nhim

winter wonderland—

painted horses mid-gallop

under silent moonlight

Ron Nhim



Sunday picnic—

grandma knee deep in the lake,

chasing minnows

Ron Nhim



summer stillness—

an old man taps his cane

for amusement

Ron Nhim



an empty desk–

her pink coffee mug

still in the same spot

Ron Nhim



at the burial—

teardrops and raindrops mingle

under the spring sky

Ron Nhim