forest
path
wooden railing
worn smooth
B. L. Bruce
summer
pond
the doe takes
a quiet drink
B. L. Bruce
new
moon
the company
of stars
B. L. Bruce
hope
the
ship’s
light
B. L. Bruce
desert
nightfall
sleep comes
with moonlight
B. L. Bruce
bombed house—
in every room
a new green lawn
Nicoletta Ignatti
night in the garden—
in our memories
scent
of jasmine
Nicoletta Ignatti
olive tree plantation—
the cold wind sings
among the silver branches
Nicoletta Ignatti
our steps slow
as he tells the story—
winter
sun
Nicoletta Ignatti
spring snow thaw—
melting slowly
my old pain
Nicoletta Ignatti
snow moon
a well-lit face
in
the diner window
Herb Tate
clear water
a stone through a memory
of
a ripple
Herb Tate
alarm clock
the time that tells
when
the rooster crows
Herb Tate
hunt and peck
starlings cover
the
neighbor's yard
Nancy Brady
they all say
it's gas
—his
first smile
Nancy Brady
nearly spring
the days and her shadow
lengthen
Nancy Brady
black ice...
the danger of saying
the
wrong thing
Nancy Brady
when the waves slow down
and the ocean rests—
evening
Jennifer Gurney
dusk—
the ideal time
moon shadow
Jennifer Gurney
hard to tell
where mountain peaks end
clouds begin
Jennifer
Gurney
quiet—
the still, small voice
between the doubt
Jennifer Gurney
sweet slumber
in the
moonlight
wings of love
Tsanka Shishkova
rising
sun
lotus recovers
after the storm
Tsanka Shishkova
walking barefoot
a thousand times
the
sand remembers us
Rita R. Melissano, Ph.D.
late mowing —
no more
bees in the hive
Elena Zouain
snow moon over sea —
one more journey in solitude
Elena Zouain
an innermost flood
the landscape forever changed
when
her water broke
Nancie Zivetz-Gertler
tending her garden
the woman with dementia
remembers
who's who
Nancie Zivetz-Gertler
through hospital doors
the smell of earth after rain
hands
me one more day
Nancie Zivetz-Gertler
she wonders aloud
what might burn through the darkness
and
asks for a star
Nancie Zivetz-Gertler
between
silt and sleet
carp
season
Eugeniusz Zacharski
periodic table
the stars that flow
through
us
Eugeniusz Zacharski
heavy snow
her bereavement leave
runs
out
Alvin B. Cruz
sand between my toes...
i carry the sound
of
waves
Alvin B. Cruz
stargazing
on a cloudless night
clear
consciousness
Amin
Jacek Pędziwiater
winter solstice
in the drawer money
for
the last trip
Carmela Marino
a little girl
discovers her shadow
bamboo
shoots
Carmela Marino
in a random bookshop
just
for the addictive smell
of printed paper
Oscar Luparia
tailwind
. . .
my running performance
one minute shorter
Oscar Luparia
sound of water
even the long winter
goes
by
poem and photo: Oscar
Luparia
winter parting
I listen to the silence
she
left behind
Chen-ou Liu
shower time
soap bubble after soap bubble
after
my son's laughter
Chen-ou Liu
rekindling
warm
memories
gathering monarchs
Douglas J. Lanzo
granting
one wish one thousand folded cranes
Douglas J. Lanzo
wonderland
magic
an impala bounds
higher with each leap
Douglas J. Lanzo
power outage
learning the shapes
of
familiar things
Helen Ogden
memorial service
getting to know the man
I
thought I knew
Helen Ogden
afterschool snack
the puddles that gather
around
our boots
Joshua Gage
queen anne’s lace
shadows of minnows
on
the creek bed
Joshua Gage
flu season
I brush her hair
from
her sleeping face
Joshua Gage
Orion in the evening
my
ancestor in the distant past.
Fhen M.
In my solitude
a
frog jumps in.
Fhen M.
It's Monday
gazing
at the moon's crater.
Fhen M.
that thrill rekindled—
silently looking at leaves
whirling
in the wind
Mihaela Babusanu
a cart full of grapes—
father even since sunrise
cleaning
the barrels
Mihaela Babusanu
Saint Valentine's Day—
ripping the heart from my hand
a
strong gust of wind
Mihaela Babusanu
starry sky
checking the constellations
one
more time
Govind Joshi
sunset sky
the jumbo jet's passengers
entering
the clouds
Govind Joshi
power outage
in the room
a
memory
Govind Joshi
Of what are people
dreaming
that moment they die
in the throes of sleep?
Lorraine Caputo
Cul de sac
Bathed in moonlight is the perfect
Meeting
place
Sarah Mahina Calvello
backyard in Brooklyn
last autumn’s maple leaves
by the cyclone fence—
bare branches now full
with
the song of many birds
Tim Dwyer
