By Sarah Paris

the children

bury their dolls

autumn leaves

Sarah Paris

election night

even the Halloween ghosts

look scared

Sarah Paris

By Biswajit Mishra

night by night

how I age

crescent moon

Biswajit Mishra

my enigma

when I have nothing

to do

I have no time

for anything

Biswajit Mishra

By Vandana Parashar

living in the moment

a cloud becomes

rain

Vandana Parashar

wind through a crack

the flowers

arrange themselves

Vandana Parashar

night bus

every head rolled

to side

Vandana Parashar

the world without a word winter woods

Vandana Parashar

By Nalini Shetty

ferry crossing

the river water churns

underneath us

I hold tight to the rail

and your unspoken words

Nalini Shetty

saffron robes

flutter in the breeze

Ganges twilight

 behind you a silhouette

 I can’t reach

Nalini Shetty

By Mona Bedi

tornado warning

the comfort

of gran’s rosary

Mona Bedi

incessant rain i let the old dog in

Mona Bedi

distant thunder —

how we have changed

over the years

Mona Bedi

I learn to live

with imperfections

windfall apples


Mona Bedi

By C. Jean Downer

wandering

through her room

to hold near

once-treasured gifts

she left behind

C. Jean Downer

a childhood

in the peripheral

I convince myself

I will always

have enough

C. Jean Downer

By Manasa Reddy Chichili

mountain temple

far from home

searching for peace

Manasa Reddy Chichili

By Susan Lee Roberts

ocean breeze...

together we walk

the life-long jetty

Susan Lee Roberts

onion—

layers of

unexpressed sweetness

Susan Lee Roberts

By Neena Singh

football field—

a sparrow holds

the goal post

Neena Singh

insomnia

stray dogs bark

all night

Neena Singh

margosa shade

the corn seller

fans her coal

Neena Singh

By Elena Zouain

red chrysanthemum —

the color of a memory

Elena Zouain

silence of the forest —

the deer’s bellow

reaches the moon

Elena Zouain

By Jerome Berglund

forced perspective

finding pockets

in the shallows

Jerome Berglund

thumb, forefinger

disentangling

the leaves

Jerome Berglund

beneath

the clouded surface

glimpses of movement

Jerome Berglund

By Jennifer Gurney

the number of

planes buzzing overhead

now outnumbers

the clouds, the birds

even the stars

Jennifer Gurney

 

days shortening

little by little

leaning into fall


Jennifer Gurney

By Barrie Levine

lost glove

he warms her hand

in both of his

Barrie Levine

phantom ring

on her left hand

stages of grief

Barrie Levine

By Susan Burch

roundabout we get through it

Susan Burch

peacock brooch

when did I stop

feeling pretty

Susan Burch

By Fatma Zohra Habis

harvest moon

far from the war zone

children's laughter

Fatma Zohra Habis

By Michael Shoemaker

 

Along the Fence Line

Michael Shoemaker

By Chad Henry

yellow tablecloth

a handful of sage

starting to crumble

Chad Henry

midsummer dusk

rain on the skylight

the cat hears it first

 

Chad Henry

By Bryan Rickert

the silence

     it brings

          prairie frost

Bryan Rickert

pretending

I’m a gardener–

three tomato harvest

 

Bryan Rickert

digging out

a thorn

this struggle

to remove

you

Bryan Rickert

By John J. Dunphy

God

god

a god

no god

John J. Dunphy

visitation

the deceased and I wear

the same color tie

John J. Dunphy

communion Sunday

our church's body of Christ

gluten-free

John J. Dunphy

By Arvinder Kaur

walk as usual

but this time the magic

of leaf shadows

Arvinder Kaur

woven into my insignificance gossamer threads

Arvinder Kau

By Tony Williams

when I was young

and a cat

and not some kind of man


Tony Williams

an owl’s

vowels

around midnight


Tony Williams

By John Pappas

winter lavender how I know you’re here

John Pappas

dropping blossoms

how little of this world

is ours
 

John Pappas

By Brad Bennett

an easement

onto conservation land

morning mist

Brad Bennett

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

Sunday Service

the way the Archangel

from the stained glass

scatters its light

on your shoulder

Steliana Cristina Voicu

one more

night without you…

just the wind

and the autumn lights

grow at my window

Steliana Cristina Voicu

By Jiel Narvekar

Lush green, freshly cut

Golden rays caress the edges

Crafty, plastic turf

Jiel Narvekar

By Chen-ou Liu

hometown memories

I still hold on to

snowflakes in the wind

Chen-ou Liu

happy or not

just to be as I am ...

patches of fog

Chen-ou Liu

By David Ngo

a flower blooms

only when it is history

David Ngo

By Douglas J. Lanzo

early sunset

the questions

we never got to ask

Douglas J. Lanzo