baby sparrow
feathers and heartbeats
on
my palm
Zoran Doderović
clouds —
trees bow down
into the pool of their shade
clouds —
green whispers,
“peace here”
Lakshman Bulusu
sandy path
where the rain fell
her
faded footprints
Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
on purple thistle
a bumblebee lulled and still
sun
slips heaven sways
Julianne Carlile
church social
no one talks to the stranger
at
the prayer breakfast
Mark Hendrickson
wind meandering
through the bamboo groves —
summer
song
Ram Chandran
summer breeze —
a chirping sparrow
answers
rustling leaves
Ram Chandran
jasmine blossom
how to capture her beauty
in
a haiku
Ram Chandran
first
blush wood thrush shakuhachi breeze
Elliot Diamond
fermenting
words
of browns and greens
haiku compost
Elliot
Diamond
a shiny moon
and crickets sing
at
the end of the war
Mile Lisica
блистави месец
и зрикавци певају
на
крају рата
Mile Lisica
leaving
the white pelicans behind
the
river turns...
Rita Melissano
the soundscapes
of this breeze caressing
the trees
no one knows why only
silence
can stop the wind
Rita Melissano
jingle of coin—
tilting its head
a
crow
Albert Schlaht
at sunset
ascending their hill
fire
ants
Albert Schlaht
data breach
another drivers license…
the monotony
of proving
i
am me
Wanda Amos
now extinct
light from a distant star…
ignoring
your call
Wanda Amos
singing
around the campfire
flickering
of stars
Stephen Jarrell Williams
moonlight
reflecting in your eyes
a
lifetime
Stephen Jarrell Williams
drifting blossom
churchmen want to know
where
I have been
John Hawkhead
tumbling litter
a gang of street crows
shoots
the breeze
John Hawkhead
weeping
cherry
waterfalls of pink
laughter
Belinda
Behne
dancing in the wet grass
chasing stars
until dawn
Belinda Behne
insomnia
Blue Moon and I
Mariangela Canzi
bee
on tulip at dawn new love
Mariangela Canzi
silent night—
a spider slides down
from
the hunter's moon
Eugeniusz Zacharski
full moon—
even the light that guides the thief
is
stolen
Eugeniusz Zacharski
teacup
in a garden
water
for the birds
Cherri Sutphin
arboretum
a hidden home
for
fairies
Cherri Sutphin
soft music
wafts into my room
in dreams
my son’s song
plays
on
Karen O'Leary
scraping to survive
a guitar man
with
a broken string
Karen O'Leary