autumn lingers...

seeds only the nuthatch

can reach

 

harsh winds — 

hydrangea heads roll

to the curb

 

fall equinox

pear quarters

in a blue bowl

 

Brad Bennett

 

 

moonless deep in the oak  owl’s call

 

Martin Cohen

 

 

winter dusk

the shadows thrown 

by a whale vertebrae

​

Bruce H. Feingold

 

 

February morning—

sweeping into the sun glare

the red-tailed hawk’s glide

 

juncos inching up

the kousa dogwood’s branches—

finely falling snow

 

rising up

the ribbed vault of the church . . .

susurrations of steam heat

 

Wally Swist

 

 

small ferns

           gathering

in the fountain's shadow

 

leaf-cutter bee

     leaving the crescent

        behind

 

Carl Mayfield

 

 

cupped hands

our owl sounds

in the woods

 

Martha Magenta

 

 

starlight –

curve of a trout

under the moon

 

morning fog –

forty feet long

father's silence

 

Goran Gatalica

 

 

country road
our headlights pause upon rows
of opossum teeth

 

first spring day
the pinch of last year’s
crab grass

 

Ben Moeller-Gaa

 

 

screeching cockatoos –

in the creek’s pebbled light

my face trembles

 

John Low

 

 

shadow geese
fall on the river’s
leaving tide

 

Erin Castaldi

 

 

overflowing dam                  

a swimming duck

patterns the waterweed

 

sunrise—                               

I follow my shadow

home

 

Nathalie Buckland

 

 

night hunting
rabbits gather
around the torch

 

David He Zhuanglang

 

 

the marks
in the crook of her arm...
needles of rain

ten years of exile
I step on the shadows
of southbound geese

 

Chen-ou Liu

 

 

recently fledged

a puff of feathers

in the radiator grille

 

David Urwin

 

 

billowing clouds 

the thousand shapes 

of the wind

 

spring's first dawn 

the call of wild geese 

along the river 

 

Eufemia Griffo

 

 

across the creek                                   

a fallen oak bridge—

fiddleheads unfurling

 

the sound of rain in the dark praying 

 

Elaine Wilburt

 

 

composing haiga –
painting sunlight
with black ink

 

Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

 

allan o’r heulwen

ac i mewn i’r tywyllwch

nyth y morgrugyn 

 

out of the sunshine

and into the dark

the ant's nest

 

Thomas Powell

 

 

dew drops how softly night passes

 

Srinivas S

 

 

rope swing                            

left over right            

I braid her hair

 

Marilyn Fleming

 

 

live fish stall

the salmon i look at

looks at me

 

Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

 

 

red skies...

from wind-tossed trees

stormcock sing

 

Clive Bennett

 

 

Empty hangers in the closet

two boxes by the door—

my mother’s dry eyes.

 

Michael Minassian

 

 

winter sun

her shadow follows her

onto the train

 

Robert Witmer

 

 

Indian summer
a hawk racing
the nimbus skyward

 

Warren Gossett

 

 

summer evening...

a hare all alone

on the village road

 

noting our presence...

the gaze of a black buck

far away

 

night breeze...

full moon sheen on

the coconut fronds

 

K. Ramesh

 

 

muddy boot print

on a wooden fence

cold twilight

 

Anna Cates

 

 

daisies
plucking the hours slowly
all day long

 

Oscar Luparia

 

 

blazing sun –

the one-eyed dog's

uncertain gaze

 

Richa Sharma

 

 

Moon wheel...

day approaching

with blue hues

 

Ashley Jones

 

 

gentle sun –
a mamba sneaks out
for warmth

 

Ayeyemi Taofeek

 

 

looking up

from my work desk –

the Buddha’s placid face

 

Suria Tei

 

 

small life –

on acres of light

the wind's harrow

 

Adrian Bouter

 

 

old lungs spit on their hands

 

Mark Gilbert

 

 

spring breeze

grasshopper jump

in the wildflowers

 

Nikolay Grankin

 

 

damp windowsill

dead lilies

splayed over fan blades

 

John Hanson

 

 

fog settling on the town hall steps a homeless man

 

Mark Miller

 

 

forest trail –                                               
summer waning
of the waterfall

 

Valentina Ranaldi-Adams

 

 

lights out

in the shelter –

a whimper

 

Brett Dixon

 

 

slowing for yellow first daffodils

 

Laurie Greer

 

 

distant thunders...

a plastic bag

becomes wind

 

Lucia Cardillo

 

 

late night jazz —
untangling 
my kitten

 

Marshall Bood 

 

 

no more goodbye

the mountains

becoming clouds

 

Guliz Mutlu

 

 

giving up on you—

stained tablecloths

in the washtub

 

Réka Nyitrai

 

 

dense fog—

only thoughts

shape the morning

 

Gracy Judith D'Souza

 

 

your farewell footmarks

the scent on the sunflowers

after the rain

 

Radostina Dragostinova

 

 

Among the thistles;

the random tiger lilies –

so tall, so orange.

 

Gerry Fabian

​

​​

spring rain

a tinge of green

in the skirting

 

Helen Buckingham

 

 

family prayer...

a cricket fills

the room

 

the harmony

of mother's lullaby...

monsoon rains

 

Billy Antonio

 

 

mistletoe the spice of chapped lips

 

John Hawkhead

 

 

Mother’s visit
lace curtains
for every window

 

Alexis Rotella

 

 

riverbank 
my shadow disperses

fingerlings

 

all night wind...

the intermittent thud

of falling mangoes

 

country road  

the long ride through the scent 

of cattle gone ahead

 

Adjei Agyei-Baah

 

 

blueberry-picking

sunshine sticky

on my fingers

 

John Zheng

 

 

a bible
lies open...
winter stars

first frost
my son points 
to his breath

falling snow
the weight
of my duvet

 

Stephen Toft

 

 

summer eve

soft footfalls of a returning

bell-cow

 

Barbara Tate

 

 

blazing sun
the lingering aroma
of a livestock lorry

soaring cumulus
the rhyming clacks
of jackdaws

 

John Rowlands

 

 

knots of amber

glow through the warm pine door

thoughts of you

 

Scott Wiggerman

 

 

thunderstorm

a different gaze

in father's eyes

 

halfway 
to my home village 
spring breeze

 

Agus Maulana Sunjaya

 

 

snowed in...
this long-distance marriage
and a rented room

birthday morning
alone with the sounds
of traffic

 

Chen-ou Liu

 

 

windless night

yesterday's storms

wash ashore

 

Joanne van Helvoort

 

 

small pond –

afternoon thoughts

settling deeper

 

Anthony Q. Rabang

 

 

this endless road…

everywhere but nowhere

the prairie

 

Jay Friedenberg

 

 

stiff wind –
the squirrel backs off
a high limb

 

mom’s old house –  
her path to the mailbox
long overgrown

 

climbing geese
leave behind bits
of the pond

 

Warren Gossett

 

 

cuckoo's cry...
willow branches drip
in fine mist

the old bull
glares at itself
in a brook

 

David He

 

 

Sirius
my dog howls
as if he knows

shelling peas
repeat
mountain rain

 

Louisa Howerow

 

 

lambing season 
the old sheepdog limps
back to his bed

 

John McManus

 

 

lingering drought...

the weight of one more day

in my father's field

 

hyacinths in bloom –

a donation box

still warm

 

Goran Gatalica

 

 

Stalactites…

in the cave bat’s mouth

the fig's sweetness

 

Anna Cates

 

 

cloudless day
the takeoff
of a cosmos seed

 

Elmedin Kadric

 

 

evening glow –
sharpening the
shape of the mountain

 

Alexander Wharton

 

 

cherry blossoms fall

a hospice window

closes and opens

 

Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

 

 

buttock marks

on the wall

light snow

 

Roger Watson

 

 

below the crust

of a frozen stream

waters sound

 

darkening clouds

the silver lining

thinner

 

Anna Maris

 

 

knitting on a beach
one blue wave laps
over another 

 

Lucy Whitehead

 

 

the bruise fades

the bike goes around

the block again

 

Lisa Stice

 

 

a crow feeds

tiny wings

while the bough floats

 

Maria Chiara Miduri

 

 

a cornucopia

of extinct species

at the fish market

 

Emily Jo Scalzo

 

 

U-shaped valley

mist collects

all the scents

 

Mark Gilbert

 

 

bitter wind

on a bus station bench

  anonymous 

 

William Scott Galasso

 

 

easter morning –

around my daughter's neck 

my mother's pearl

 

Antonietta Losito

 

 

blackout —
acrid smoke curls
around the moon

 

Hifsa Ashraf

 

 

Mother's day
nanny's blanket
puts the baby to sleep

 

Padmini K

 

 

Impenetrable

Shadows of rain-heavy clouds

Bruising fields of rape

 

Alisdair Hodgson