By Chen-ou Liu

first day

after being laid off

alone

and awake to the silence

of falling leaves

Chen-ou Liu

By Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

rusty red

the colour of my heart

in a leaf


Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

By Kamrun Nahar

         thirsty leaves...

cries for monsoon

         at a winter dusk


Kamrun Nahar

By David He

I glance back

at her window light

after I leave

cold wind

strikes my face

David He

*

 

a little boy

waves goodbye

to the whistling train...

Mum's tears

soak her mask
 

David He

*

 

snowflakes

dance through the air

before a lightpost

an old monk

whispers his prayer
 

David He

By Mircea Moldovan

death spits pumpkin seeds in the hospital yard

Mircea Moldovan

By Amoolya Kamalnath

emptying into the ocean another new day

Amoolya Kamalnath

By Joshua St. Claire

Cartesian coordinates

between the horizon and I

herons

Joshua St. Claire

*
 

grandpa’s pantry

all lined up

sardine cans

Joshua St. Claire

By Tony Williams

toadstools

the choir stands up

to sing

Tony Williams

By J. D. Nelson

in the fruit basket:

avocados, tangerines,

one purple onion

J. D. Nelson

By Tim Murphy

autumn evening

stirring a saucepan

of hot chocolate

Tim Murphy

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

twilight

the familiar begins

to disappear

Joseph P. Wechselberger

*

empty mailbox

promises

not kept

Joseph P. Wechselberger

*

sometimes

pieces don't fit

puzzles

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Bonnie J Scherer

the poet within …

a facet in the

cut of my diamond

Bonnie J Scherer

By Mona Bedi

cold moon

the shivering ripples

of the sea

Mona Bedi

By Alvin B. Cruz

full moon

three nights in a row

still in love

Alvin B. Cruz

*

 

more than the flowers the scent of the flower vendor

Alvin B. Cruz

By Christina Chin and Uchechukwu Onyedikam

sweltering Lagos traffic —

juice in a bottle

cold pressed cane

bumper to bumper

sugarcane ants

Christina Chin / Uchechukwu Onyedikam

By Adrian Bouter

empty sky some things never come

Adrian Bouter

By Madeleine Vinluan

not much can change the world now except for the clouds

Madeleine Vinluan

By Simon De Courcey

The etiquette

of crows –

anything goes

Simon De Courcey

By Daniela Rodi

moonlit solitude...

a lone crow

in a bare tree

Daniela Rodi

By Meera Rehm

bitter morning

a wet leaf attaches

to my shoe

Meera Rehm

*

 

changing seasons. . .

the never ending cycle

of war and peace

Meera Rehm

By Kerry J Heckman

ukraine border town every sunset sacred

Kerry J Heckman

By Rob McKinnon

liberation…

invaders’ dead bodies

lie in the streets

Rob McKinnon

By Lynn Edge

final hymn

all five brothers

together now

Lynn Edge

*

 

a river of stars

down the wet highway

holiday traffic 

Lynn Edge

 

*

 

mowing canceled

dandelions and violets

in full bloom
 

Lynn Edge

By Deborah P Kolodji

those things

which should remain hidden

low tide

Deborah P Kolodji

*

 

dolphin performance

a whole family too seasick

to notice


Deborah P Kolodji

 

*

cold dripping rain

car beeps echo

in the stairwell

Deborah P Kolodji

By Keith Evetts

war of words

poets look 

for a retreat

Keith Evetts

By John Pappas

potter’s field

even the wind

unnamed

John Pappas

By Susan Bonk Plumridge

introvert tension–

the hairdresser 

just keeps on talking

Susan Bonk Plumridge

By Maya Daneva

Big Sur trail…

looking at each other

from two different rocks

Maya Daneva

By Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

dewdrop

all i want

is to be soft

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

*

 

when i close my eyes all the stars

Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

By Mona Bedi

road journey

the shadow of a cloud

travels with me

Mona Bedi

*

 

worn out—

the comfort

of old clothes

Mona Bedi

By Sean O’Connor

first cold snap

all the graves quilted

with autumn leaves

Sean O’Connor

By Barrie Levine

summer’s end . . .

what the tree knows

before the leaves

Barrie Levine

*

well-traveled moon

fluent

in the language of silence

Barrie Levine

By Jay Friedenberg

dog park

an old squeaky toy

buried in leaves

Jay Friedenberg

By B.L. Bruce

slow burn

of sunrise

autumn

B.L. Bruce

*

 

cricket song

at dawn

new moon

B.L. Bruce

By Lucia Cardillo

roasted chestnuts ...

the forgotten warmth

of her hands

Lucia Cardillo