By Mark Gilbert

new moon same as the old moon
 

Mark Gilbert

By Bryan Rickert

switching to dark mode winter solitude

Bryan Rickert

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

above

the ground fog

rabbit ears

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Laurie Donaldson

across the slow night

spread blankets of little fires,

stars i couldn't reach

Laurie Donaldson

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

woodpecker flying

over the cement city

searching for wood

Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Lucia Fontana

preparing me

for a world

that still

does not exist —

lotus flower

Lucia Fontana

By Barrie Levine

haiku pals

     our endless conversations

over three short lines

Barrie Levine

By Joshua Gage

ghostly asphodel

discovering the nuances

of sadness

Joshua Gage

By Charles Rossiter

sundown—

the neighbor's dog is barking

at nothing again

Charles Rossiter

By Janet Krauss

Leaving the island

carrying my sack of longing

the heft of silence

Janet Krauss

By Jerome Berglund

wand of heaven

listing

major chords

Jerome Berglund

By Mark Forrester

mountain stream

a few persimmons

on either side

Mark Forrester

By Fhen M.

The sky full of stars

a world without humans.

Fhen M.

By Steve Van Allen

snow in patches

one last dandelion

Steve Van Allen

By Kelly Sargent

an owl’s gaze

my twin watches me

divide the last piece of birthday cake

Kelly Sargent

By Chen-ou Liu

the depth

of this absence of home,

of belonging ...

my face in the rearview mirror

this eviction day

Chen-ou Liu

By Sarah Paris

rereading

the tea leaves

Groundhog Day

Sarah Paris

By Nicoletta Ignatti

winter sky painting spaces between clouds

Nicoletta Ignatti

By Anthony Lusardi

before the storm altogether the crows

Anthony Lusardi

By Kathabela Wilson

walk in the park

i lose my way

on purpose

Kathabela Wilson

aging beauty

the calligraphy

of her face

Kathabela Wilson

in the inner lining

of her kimono

a hint of hopefulness

Kathabela Wilson

By Paula Sears

winter storm

snowing parmesan

over the risotto


Paula Sears

 

a lone traveler

along the snowy path

moonlight

Paula Sears

By Mona Bedi

failing to find my identity wildflowers


Mona Bedi

telling it as the truth liar moon


Mona Bedi

cricket moon

somewhere the call

of a loon

Mona Bedi

mountain trek

we slowly discover

hidden stars
 

Mona Bedi

By Nancy Brady

chattering sparrows

in the burning bush

—town gossips

Nancy Brady

dirty slush...

all the cars on the road

the same color

Nancy Brady

By Debbie Olson

bittersweet branches the winter night

Debbie Olson

storm clouds

a blue heron pilots

the canal

Debbie Olson

By Susan Yavaniski

hours out looking for seaglass I’ve lost my edge

Susan Yavaniski

a little black dress

on consignment

menopause

Susan Yavaniski

introductions

a box of donuts

a box of holes

Susan Yavaniski

 

 

snow in drifts

so much left

undone

Susan Yavaniski

By John Hawkhead

assisted dying

shadows in the slipstream

of a nightjar

John Hawkhead

identity thieves

stamped on her headstone

blooms of lichen

John Hawkhead

By Alvin B. Cruz

what i really meant to say false spring

Alvin B. Cruz

death poem

pouring my last

cup of tea

Alvin B. Cruz

By Ellen Kom

heart monitor...

beats of rage

killing time


Ellen Kom

frail bones hanging on the dawn

Ellen Kom

By Vandana Parashar

in want of washing my sins hard rain

Vandana Parashar

when I thought

the earth revolves around me…

mother’s lap

Vandana Parashar

By Keith Evetts

once I loved

whistling in the woods

winter wind

Keith Evetts

withered grasses

so many strands

of idle thought

Keith Evetts

divorce lawyers

we finally reach

an unsettlement

Keith Evetts

By Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

winter garden

a bumper crop

of weeds

Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

dawn chorus the kittens not yet weaned

Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

creeping

onto the footpath

first light

I loosen the knot

in my scarf

Jenn Ryan-Jauregui

By Stephanie Zepherelli

spring cleaning cobwebs in my mind

Stephanie Zepherelli

flying on trade winds mango leaves

Stephanie Zepherelli

By Michael Minassian

A lunar calendar—

counting days

I watch the moon.

Michael Minassian

The monk asks a question,

I have no answer—

very good, he says.


Michael Minassian

Cloudy morning

inside and out

another leaf falls.


Michael Minassian

By Ravi Kiran

cold dawn

the drooping eyelids

of school bus kids

Ravi Kiran

the porch

all for themselves

the bulb and a moth

Ravi Kiran

By Michael H. Lester

 Aimless Woman Outside House

Michael H. Lester