By D.V. Rozic

above green dunes

multiple layers of blue -

the past and future 

 

D.V. Rozic

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

the same

four seasons

over and over

Roberta Beach Jacobson

By Christina Chin

trade wind

the coastal vessels return

with sardines  

 

Christina Chin

By Blessed Ayeyame

lockdown

a weaver's nest

full of chirps


 Blessed Ayeyame

By Manoj Sharma

melting snow

the full moon

over the snowscape

Manoj Sharma

By B.A. France

broken heatwave...

neighbors return

to their patios 

 

B.A. France

By Alex Fyffe

rainy night

falling asleep

on the patio

Alex Fyffe

By Alan Summers

sugar moon

the drinking water

of one rose petal

Alan Summers

By D.V. Rozic

hot south wind

rearranging dry grass shadows

and my thoughts

D.V. Rozic

By Peter Jastermsky

harsh outlook     the motives of windows

Peter Jastermsky

By Manoj Sharma

August night

her painted face

in the glow of a traffic light

Manoj Sharma

By Silva Trstenjak

stairway

garden nasturtium enters

the basement

Silva Trstenjak

By D.V. Rozic

Corona virus

will we part until

the Cold Moon?
 

D.V. Rozic

By Alan Summers

shifting moon

the fleetingness

of shadow

Alan Summers

By Peter Jastermsky

hitting the floor already he is somewhere else


Peter Jastermsky

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

clutter in the oceans our lives
 

Roberta Beach Jacobson

By Manoj Sharma

gusty winds

amidst the patchy clouds

a crescent moon

Manoj Sharma

By Pat Davis

giving it all

to the unknown...

dandelion fluff 

Pat Davis

By Michael H. Lester

the gondolier

navigates the canal

one eye

on the young lovers

the other on the moon

Michael H. Lester

By Pat Geyer

night of cleaning...

bits of dust shower

until morning

 

Pat Geyer

By Bakhtiyar Amini

grey clouds

I’m withdrawing

into myself

 

Bakhtiyar Amini

By Pat Davis

encoding the night

in dots and dashes

the fireflies 

Pat Davis

By Michael H. Lester

surviving

on roots and berries

I bathe

in pristine spring water

faceless as the moon

Michael H. Lester

By Bakhtiyar Amini

family tar

my father is singing

in my Grandpa’s voice

Bakhtiyar Amini

By Pat Geyer

as if in a flap

another season passes…

hummingbirds fly south

Pat Geyer

By Bakhtiyar Amini

evening

a tractor vanishing

into the sunset

Bakhtiyar Amini