By Michelle V. Alkerton

bent nails

the clink inside

a beggar’s cup

Michelle V. Alkerton

By Sreenath

earthen pot  –

the lady pours cool water

into my cupped hands

Sreenath

By Madisen Bellon

comet dances down

spitting fire, ash, and stardust

imprints on earth’s skin.

Madisen Bellon

Govind Joshi

after the blossoms

bees too arrive

on the plum tree

Govind Joshi

Hassane Zemmouri

amber scent...

on a fasting evening

a deep prayer

could it

erase all the sorrow?

Hassane Zemmouri

By Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

spring breeze –

 on the easel

 the buds bloom

Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

By Ron Scully

nightingale

if I might have this dance

I would sing with you

Ron Scully