Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Friday, November 22, 2024

By Tsanka Shishkova

sweet slumber 

mystery of sounds

and imagination 


Tsanka Shishkova

By Bipasha Majumder (De)

misty morning

marriage

of earth and sky

Bipasha Majumder (De)

By Jonathan English

platinum sky

gilding the patchwork bark

of the silver sycamore
 

Jonathan English

Thursday, November 21, 2024

By John Hawkhead

an old shoe

sinking into the earth

its silent tongue

John Hawkhead



anniversary

she folds his shirt’s arms

around her

John Hawkhead

Wednesday, November 20, 2024

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

jumping off the pier

not sure how far down

or if I'll drown

Stephen Jarrell Williams



breathing in

deep thoughts from years ago

recurring dreams

Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Sébastien Revon

in this country

that will never be mine —

autumn rain

Sébastien Revon

By Sharon Martina

singing the desert sunrise yellow warbler

Sharon Martina


 

sharing our deepest secrets autumn leaves

Sharon Martina



heavy snowfall

her tendency

to overshare

Sharon Martina



sled hill

the sound of kids

careening into winter

Sharon Martina

Monday, November 18, 2024

By M. Benjamin Thorne

his white beard grew out

'til it covered up his name—

December headstone

M. Benjamin Thorne

By Evgeny Khvalkov

leaves of crimson hue

dance in autumn's gentle breeze

nature's farewell waltz

Evgeny Khvalkov

By Katrina Serwe

softening

the edges of cold

snow blanket

Katrina Serwe



color of the sun

pressed into earth

a maple leaf

Katrina Serwe

By Tejendra Sherchan

in front

of the hospital mortuary

a blooming paradise

Tejendra Sherchan



news

the monsoon exits

my country

Tejendra Sherchan

By Peter Devonald

in some other life

we are happy together

destiny was kind

entwined like ancient great oaks

but here we are lost in woods


Peter Devonald



we wonder with sighs

if rains will ever stop tears

if floods will forget

will old weary ways remain

or will we just build fresh hell


Peter Devonald

By Jeremy Nathan Marks

When we die do our

eyes open or close I must

know dad just because

Jeremy Nathan Marks

By Thomas Smith

waiting for snowfall

Nevermore the next day

a raven’s cry

Thomas Smith



sunrise and sunset

autumn migrations

pass me by

Thomas Smith

By Jo Balistreri

gravesite service

a goldfinch tucks baby’s breath

into the nest


Jo Balistreri



flowering maples in autumn mist the orange bells barely

Jo Balistreri

By Partha Sarkar

smiling

sleeping Pegasus

a full moon

Partha Sarkar

By Anna Goluba

Bringing voices

From the other side

Autumn fog

Anna Goluba

By Hassane Zemmouri

this longtime longing ends with a sigh

Hassane Zemmouri



reSILiENCE


Hassane Zemmouri

By Audrey Quinn

all night rain

building a bouquet

of Lego roses

Audrey Quinn



half-life

still brimming

with ambition

Audrey Quinn

By j rap

election day —

above the gorge

a tightrope walker

j rap

By Matthew Cariello

blooming where the orchid stops that gap

Matthew Cariello



Queen Ann’s Lace –

the circumference

of a bee

Matthew Cariello



watching us argue

the blue jay

and his song

Matthew Cariello

By King Edward A. Eway

cold day

I try to plant the seed

from an eaten apple

King Edward A. Eway



falling leaves

our pretend wedding vows

face their trial

King Edward A. Eway

Sunday, November 17, 2024

By Mark Forrester

forgetting to cancel

my father’s seed catalogues—

evening primrose


Mark Forrester



morning fog

in the hotel parking lot

more geese than cars


Mark Forrester



rain turning

into snow

into nothing


Mark Forrester



used car lot

the freezing rain

his best offer

Mark Forrester

Thursday, November 14, 2024

By Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

forest fires

the dark beauty

of dead trees

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

By Mirela Brailean

early winter

with new patches

the teddy bear

Mirela Brailean

By Mircea Moldovan

the moon fallen on thoughts after snow


Mircea Moldovan


fingers slipping

on the piano keys

long winter wind


Mircea Moldovan

 

 

By Monica Kakkar

left where it belongs

awash in the westerly . . .

a dragon wind chime

Monica Kakkar

By Melissa Laussmann

first snowfall—

traces of yesterday

slowly vanish

Melissa Laussmann



morning rush

a sparrow takes its time

in the bird bath

Melissa Laussmann