By Carmela Marino

cold words

with a leaf falls

its shadow

Carmela Marino

By Maria Concetta Conti

autumn hike

a book shelters me

from the rain

Maria Concetta Conti

By Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

cold night

to cross the darkness

I collect words

Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

By Steve Bahr

scatterling trace

a footprint span

from the cradle land

Steve Bahr

By Radhamani Sarma

Forsythia

her dream of gardening

its first call

Radhamani Sarma

Paweł Markiewicz

wing of butterflies

the strong epiphany born

from ontology

Paweł Markiewicz

By Jenna Manley

outside a cat basks

in the dryer vent's warm breeze

lint in its whiskers

Jenna Manley

By Steve Bahr

Indian Paintbrush

flourishing flares

in a native land

Steve Bahr

Vincenzo Adamo

in a dirt road the stone of memories

Vincenzo Adamo

By Louise Hopewell

Milky Way

following the twang

of a banjo


Louise Hopewell

By Cynthia Anderson

never liked never worn

the years it takes

to let go

Cynthia Anderson

By Richard L. Matta

starlit pampas twinkling comet tail

Richard L. Matta

By Louise Hopewell

his hand

in my back pocket

favourite jeans 

Louise Hopewell

By Sushama Kapur

sharing moonlight a silent garden owl

Sushama Kapur

By Kristen Lindquist

sunlit darner

I don't always filter

what I say

Kristen Lindquist

By Christian Ward

Seagulls carry rough seas on their wings


Christian Ward

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

side B

every record needs 

a second song

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Pippa Phillips

all day by the phone waiting for my voice

Pippa Phillips

Agnes Eva Savich

maples ablaze

the road descends

into Beethoven

Agnes Eva Savich

By Kristen Lindquist

has everyone

lost their minds

falling leaves


Kristen Lindquist

By Kyoko Bengala

Nothing: a breath of wind through the leaves


Kyoko Bengala

Bernadette O'Reilly

news

of niece's engagement

leaves fall

Bernadette O'Reilly

Agnes Eva Savich

in my atoms

a mandelbrot set

of the universe

Agnes Eva Savich

By Amrutha Prabhu

amidst crackers and fireworks

I swim through

layers of me 

Amrutha Prabhu

By Neena Singh

roadside café

we share hot coffee

and birdsong


Neena Singh