migratory birds
return to their nests
after winter's chill
I set off to find
you
once more
Fatma Zohra Habis
migratory birds
return to their nests
after winter's chill
I set off to find
you
once more
Fatma Zohra Habis
(December)
fleeting sweetness of the world baklava
Ruth Holzer
(November)
thumb, forefinger
disentangling
the leaves
Jerome Berglund
(October)
eating the last piece
of bread in the world
nuclear toast
Stephen Jarrell Williams
(September)
orange
crush
the long line to buy
MAGA hats
Adele Evershed
(August)
cold tea my life wasted on work
Timothy Daly
(July)
in
the night
croaks from the old pond
all alike
Keith Evetts
(June)
an old man
gazing up to heaven
wondering when
Stephen Jarrell Williams
Major congratulations to these talented poets.
outside table...
the seagull waits
for
crumbs
Thomas Landgraf
winter afternoon...
the homeless woman
paints
a cathedral
Thomas Landgraf
you & I talk, don’t
talk, secrets held like fire in
our hands, burning to
our souls, red-hot scars searing
deep
into our memories
Lorraine Caputo
faded dried roses
she was so cheerful
when
she was alive
Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
out the back door
in the dead of night
they'll roll me
quickly and quietly
so
no one will notice
Ruth Holzer
fleeting
sweetness of the world baklava
Ruth Holzer
an
ant with a message I move out of the way
Ruth Holzer
dark romance
a taste of poetry
on
a bookworm's lips
Robert Witmer
evening
unleavened bread
dipped
in wine
Robert Witmer
dwarfing my wheelchair
circus elephants parade
through
the parking lot
John Masterson
hanging laundry
our discussion
on
speakerphone
Susan Yavaniski
dust-to-dust
his favorite reef
a
skeleton
Susan Yavaniski
voting line
I study the angles
of
a jaw
Susan Yavaniski
day one
a jackhammer
going
at it
Susan Yavaniski
my sweet poem
about a vine gone wild
on the borderline
‘til my thoughts were invaded
by
Putin’s army
Susan Yavaniski
first
snow the shape of her breath
Mona Bedi
meditation
class the weight of my thoughts
Mona Bedi
still
there
on his social media
my friend’s obituary
Mona
Bedi
spilled wine
the ways I learned
not
to speak
C.X. Turner
pumpkin soup
the earthy sweetness
of a stray seed
C.X.
Turner
every piece
chipped but loved
garage
sale tea set
Bryan Rickert
home alone
my reflection
in
every window
Bryan Rickert
overturned turtle
I, too, am trying
to
set myself right
Bryan Rickert
as the day
draws on
clouds thicken
you're clearly
up
to something
Tony Steven Williams
patient eyes
adjust to the dark sky
. . . more stars emerge
Tony Steven Williams
pre-Christmas
a
closer look
at my face in a bauble
Tony
Williams
somewhere
on a spectrum
…sleet
Tony Williams
junk mail
the same old stuff
i
tell myself
Stephanie Zepherelli
act four
dancing
alone
with shadows
Stephanie Zepherelli
multiple personas
a stack of hats
perfectly
balanced
Stephanie Zepherelli
I wanted to pass on
to the other world
and then it started –
the slow fall
of
gingko leaves
Alexis Rotella
of the
hug I offer he takes half
Alexis
Rotella
broken toy –
in the email the news
we
don't want
Nicoletta Ignatti
there is no solution
to our problem –
wild
blueberries
Nicoletta Ignatti
sticking your finger
in a wall socket –
how you keep
testing me
to
see if I really love you
Susan Burch
a rapper
from the pueblo
his
own drum
Sondra J. Byrnes
yesterday starting over again tomorrow
Sondra J. Byrnes
before
she enters the scent of lavender
Neena Singh
early
winter a small gloved hand in mine
Neena Singh
all my coming and goings
unoiled
hinges
Vandana Parashar
election flyer
cleaning dog poop
from
my shoe
Vandana Parashar
swallows
and leaves the shape of the year
Mark Gilbert
between the scarf
and the parka
a
sliver of sunlight
Mark Gilbert
drawing circles
around rectangles
an
owl’s geometry
Mark Gilbert
away
all
little
yellow
leaf
life
boats
Michael
Nickels-Wisdom
every
day
every
thing
balanced
upon
the
foundations
of the
earth
Michael Nickels-Wisdom
cackling geese —
will we ever listen
to
climate scientists?
Marjolein Rotsteeg
foggy night
the muffled screech
of a
barn owl
Marjolein Rotsteeg
whispering leaves
uncovering
your
secret
Marjolein Rotsteeg
day moon
the fear of being known
inside
out
Alvin B. Cruz
on a train looking out
the window
I wonder
how much of life
has
passed me by
Alvin B, Cruz
the
long drive home ...
just Patsy Cline
and me
Joseph P.
Wechselberger
crescent
moon
a field of purple cauliflower
waiting for harvest
Joseph P. Wechselberger