half moon
hides in the pine...
words
left unsaid
Neena Singh
a barn owl's cry:
the dark circles
under
my eyes
Neena Singh
Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier
Friday, March 8, 2024
Wednesday, March 6, 2024
Tuesday, March 5, 2024
Monday, March 4, 2024
By Steliana Cristina Voicu
in bloom…
the scent of light
of
your hand cream
Steliana Cristina Voicu
crab apple moon —
the painter carefully rounds
a
blossom
Steliana Cristina Voicu
majestic moon
growing from the silence
plum
blossoms
Steliana Cristina Voicu
By Sharon Ferrante
I watch a candle
warm itself
on my wall
I want that passion
in
the yellow haze
Sharon Ferrante
I always
tell the truth—
it was me
who threw Jupiter
her
little moons
Sharon Ferrante
I wonder
if I leave my cloak
in your cold forest
will it take away
your
shiver?
Sharon Ferrante
By Sankara Jayanth
white dove
a token totem
for
non-existent peace
Sankara Jayanth
perennials
not without goodbyes
Sankara Jayanth
By Susan Yavaniski
flu season . . .
the hypochondriac
senses demise
in a single sneeze
that
could wake the dead
Susan Yavaniski
a big smile. . .
hiding the wrinkles
in
my confidence
Susan Yavaniski
ear doctor
surely the whole office hears
my
diagnosis
Susan Yavaniski
claiming
the American dream an American gun
Susan Yavaniski
By Stephen Jarrell Williams
dancing on rooftops
new declaration
end
of all wars
Stephen Jarrell Williams
By Shasta Hatter
watercolor
of purple and blue
moon
rising
Shasta Hatter
fog
in distant trees...
funeral
rites
Shasta Hatter
By Stephanie Zepherelli
bitter wind
lost voices
of
loved ones
Stephanie Zepherelli
carving wood
i remember dad’s hands
covered
in dust
Stephanie Zepherelli
butterfly wings
perfectly balanced
spring
equinox
Stephanie Zepherelli
barren landscape
one flower blooming
is enough
Stephanie
Zepherelli
Sunday, March 3, 2024
By Ruth Holzer
only after
you switch the light off
in the hall
and the last plane of the night
descends,
can I fall asleep
Ruth Holzer
windstorm
reading a letter
not
meant for me
Ruth Holzer
Friday, March 1, 2024
By Kelly Moyer
shipwrecked
a gale
of
free-floating grace
Kelly Moyer
pearls
the loneliest bird tethers to the nest
Kelly Moyer
wishing well
a stone
for
every sorrow
Kelly Moyer
By Timothy Daly
early morning
the storm
under
my skull
Timothy Daly
yoga class
trying to balance
commitments
Timothy Daly
the fallen pine
needles stab me
nostalgia
Timothy Daly
By John Pappas
funeral lilies
the young father learns
to
french braid
John Pappas
between
that and this
winter
rain
John Pappas
flood watch
she tells me again
it
is what it is
John Pappas
white
asters stay and wild a while
John Pappas
root rot
another far-off war
on
television
John Pappas
By Robert Witmer
frogspawn
black holes
in
a rippled universe
Robert Witmer
tricycle tracks
all the branches
of
the human tree
Robert Witmer
crime novel
an old parking ticket
marks
the page
Robert Witmer
By Brad Bennett
still
in slippers
spring
morning
Brad Bennett
sunlight
through the skylight
by
way of the moon
Brad Bennett
bird tracks
the call
of
a snowplow
Brad Bennett
Wednesday, February 28, 2024
By Yvona Fast
Empty
birch branches
stand bent, gaunt in bitter cold
Sheets of
ice clinging.
Yvona Fast
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