SPRING 2018

the wind takes us
piece by piece
dandelion clocks

 

Lucy Whitehead

 

 

the restless swirl

of banded demoiselles...

heat lingers

 

stiff breeze

a crane fly clings

to dead nettles 

 

the dark skeletons

of teasels...

winter loneliness

 

Polona Oblak

 

 

just when I think
this is how alone I am
– a shadow, watching

 

Emily Vanderploeg

 

 

rusty chair

in the garden

the little fingerprints

 

Mariela Coromoto Hernandez

 

 

dusty mimosa

the heavy scent of the sun

Christina Martin

 

 

birthday –

I feel my bones

heavier

 

Antonio Mangiameli 

 

 

night trauma the fluid twist of crows

 

Carol Jones

 

 

cut grass scent

walking into

my childhood

 

sun-soaked

a palm tree’s shadow ripples

the swimming pool

 

harbour wall

the spider grips

it’s windblown web

 

Joe Woodhouse

 

 

clifftop bracken

the sea too belongs

to the robin’s song

 

Thomas Powell

 

 

huddled in our tent

waiting for north wind to cease

the nightingale sings

 

Helen May Williams

 

 

mudflat

a hermit crab hides

from my shadow

 

low tide

the gnarled stumps

of mangroves

 

Louise Hopewell

 

 

summer novel

a fly lands

on the last word

 

spring sun

forsythia cascades

down the hillside

 

Jay Friedenberg

 

 

evening swim

up to my chin 

in gold

 

Sarah Paul

 

 

dandelion 

how far the wind rolls 

each seed 

 

Gurpreet Dutt 

 

 

almond blossom –

laced light, against

sodden bark

 

Rachel Carney

 

 

winter dragging on...
cigarette butts frozen
in the ice

returning geese...
beer bottles tossed
onto the lake

 

Marshall Bood

 

 

caught on the breeze
the stench of fish
a gull’s shrill cry

 

Mark Gilfillan 

fish leap

ever-growing circles 

reach the bank

Alison Lock

moonless

the sound of sandals

on grass

 

Agnes Eva Savich

 

 

robin’s nesting the stillness of the afternoon

hawk cry
a squirrel and i
rise to hear it

what's left of the orange
lingers on my fingers
winter sunset

 

Ben Moeller-Gaa

 

 

filling the woodpecker’s silence autumn rain

 

moonlight
trembles in an icicle –
freight train

 

Stephen Toft

 

 

spilling out
      the subway doors
            someone’s soda

 

Greg Schwartz

 

 

misty dawn
drifting in and out
of dreams

 

Christina Sng

 

 

silence after sighs

the river still dripping

from the kingfisher

 

Dave Lewis

 

 

two candle flames 

touch

midsummer night

 

Natalia L Rudychev

 

 

May dew

mud

on my mother’s hands

 

Roger Watson

 

 

cold winter

twin silos wrapped by

withered vines

 

Jianqing Zheng

 

 

peak summer
on dry river bed
up turned boat

 

Basant Kumar Das

 

 

all night
rain falling
through my dreams

 

Maureen Sudlow

 

 

stars on stars...

the scent of orange flowers

lights the dark

 

Lucia Cardillo

 

 

beyond 

the still lake –

wisterias 

 

Kanchan Chatterjee

 

 

Winter holidays 

my son chases butterflies 

flower to flower

 

R K Singh

 

 

From the river,

a wet dog

shakes its storm.

 

Bryan Marshall

night falls

through distant stars

into her epitaph

 

Robert Witmer

 

 

our drive

to the coast

three hawks long

 

Brad Bennett

 

 

your house for sale –

   sparrows
picking through the gravel drive

 

David Lewis

 

 

two collared doves 

on my balcony –

February sunrise

 

graced

by a single yellow iris –

retreat garden

 

Maeve O'Sullivan

 

 

summer dawn the stir in an anthill

 

Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

 

 

in a patch of moonlight

criss-crossed by mullions

the dead rat

 

Rona Laycock

 

 

hunting season

a lone dove watches

the evening star

 

Barbara Tate

 

 

a frog's voice

measuring

the moonrise

 

David He

 

 

Bed side witch-hazel

my Spring is tapped

for the tumour’s source.

 

Mary Gilonne

 

 

hiking country 
divided by wire
the dragon moon

 

Ernesto P. Santiago

 

 

kitchen window

through a moth's wings

sunrise

 

André Surridge

 

 

forgetting to cap

the gas tank

super moon 

 

Jessica Malone Latham

 

 

rain wet leaves light in the dark

 

Connor McDonald

 

 

a light snow

covers the tracks

of my shovel

 

Jacob Blumner

 

 

distant thunder . . .

a lizard drops its tail

on my head

 

Aparna Pathak

 

 

full moon –

only in my shadow

the fireflies

 

Margherita Petriccione

 

 

scented wind
the city welcomes
the harmattan

 

Emmanuel Jessie Kalusian

 

 

evening heat –

the vibrations of frogs

under water lilies

 

Goran Gatalica

 

 

white hydrangea –

the heavy shadow

of rain

 

Angiola Inglese

 

 

midnight fog

a dream

I can't remember

 

Gabriel Bates

brim full bucket

the sky quivers

and spills over

 

David Urwin

 

 

the fragrance of onions

browning in a skillet—

October chill

 

stifling heat—

the copse of thistles all going
to wisps atop their stems

 

Wally Swist

 

 

from inside

this illness

waving at trains

 

rust on the tracks

the lonely landscape

of a harmonica

 

mistaken for moonlight morphine drip

 

paper snowflake . . .

my dead brother's name 

hangs in the air

 

Chad Lee Robinson

 

 

crabapple blossom –

the skin cancers on my face
weep a little

 

voiding itself into dry grasses the buttermilk cow

 

Sandra Simpson

 

 

bamboo shoots

the gardener cracks

his knuckles

 

gibbous moon

leaving its own track

a walking stick

 

full moon

on each sea wave

a thicker foam

 

Indra Neil Mekala

 

 

a handful of feathers

and above, only one 

crow's call

 

March blue moon

the beach fills

with bull kelp

 

Marietta McGregor

 

 

on the floor

outside the pharmacy

rosary beads 

the first snow
sound
of her feet

 

Danny Blackwell

 

 

wanting to smooth it out peach leaf curl

 

June bugs

sharing 

the last of the figs 

 

Beverly Acuff Momoi

 

 

early rain

mist in valley

makes a thin path

 

Jackie Biggs

under a streetlamp

erasing my shadow
with a flashlight

 

on the hermit’s stone bed
a butterfly’s wing
—all there is

 
this huge tree
tied to the ground
by a spider’s web

 

autumn sunlight
just too late
to walk to the park

 

Kim Richardson

 

Cenotaph

a plane tree leaf lands

on a bandsman’s drum

 

David Cobb

deeply

the tangle of april

wisteria

 

smoke

from a dead candle

spanish moss

 

deep winter

that last howl

across the ice

 

Perry L. Powell

 

 

wildflowers 

our love still wavers 

 

Mary Hanrahan

 

 

mountain chill –

smoke from one chimney

in the old village

 

summer breeze

billowing the curtains

scent of resin

 

Steven Van Der Heyden

 

 

sunlit field

the way father

used to whistle

 

warm breeze

each blade of grass

moves as one

 

gathering dusk

I put my last wishes

into writing

 

Rachel Sutcliffe

 

 

spring snow
another draft
of her obituary

 

the green tips
of the garlic scapes
easter vigil

 

lightning moon
the single white hair
in his beard

 

long commute
hoarfrost glistens
on headstones

 

Jennifer Hambrick

 

 

raindrops

the thousand forms

of a mandala

 

pale sun

a last farewell

in her hospital room


birch tree

the evening sunlight

from leaf to leaf 

 

Eufemia Griffo

 

 

broken shells
the sea storm
gives up its ghosts

 

John Hawkhead

 

 

touch of wind

almond bud unfurled
in leaf shade

 

Somayajulu Musunuri

 

 

Black Mountains

wrapped in mist

a wild pony

(for Gwyn W. Woodyatt)

 

Corine Timmer

 

 

in the bookshop

I take all day

to find you

 

Karen Robbie

 

 

The cold winter air
blew away my last thought
- ah, growing old.

 

Michael Minassian

 

 

broken window

I save
all the pieces 

 

Kath Abela Wilson

 

 

gazing into
the eyes of a butterfly
after your passing

 

Lucy Whitehead

 

 

the ditch
gathers footprints...
childhood swing

my hair
thick with sawdust...
autumn chill

the homeless
between buildings 
night fog

 

Dave Read

bud filled branches

chickadee dee dee calls

fill the air

 

Vera Constantineau

 

 

Saying "I do"

for the sixth time

–butterfly

 

Vandana Parashar

 

 

on the train home

i eat crisps

for the sound

 

ai li

 

 

deer in dry winter

​blending into bark
only their eyes move

 

Bruce Jewett

 

 

crescent moon—

the arch of catkins

over the stream

 

Martha Magenta

 

 

at the abbey –

the sky is where 

the roof was

 

Alexander Wharton

 

 

late spring snow –

the depth

of my frustration

 

Julie Bloss Kelsey

 

 

Chernobyl silence

moss on

a roller coaster ride

 

William Keckler

 

 

super moon
a bullfrog staring
at its reflection

 

Angelo B. Ancheta

 

 

between a thought and another lilac scent

 

Dietmar Tauchner

random gunfire
in the schoolyard
first daffodils

barking the runaway awake rescue dog

 

clinical trial —
first we talk about
the weather

 

Roberta Beary

 

 

shingle beach...

   shivering kids

      chase the tide

 

ear-splitting descent...                               

one fish supper

to the gulls

 

wolf moon

   my familiar

slips from view

 

living statue

unsettled

by a leaf

 

Helen Buckingham

 

 

in the breeze

of an ambulance

a nodding iris

 

from here to the mountain       wildflowers

 

the shadow in a honeycomb where the bee backed out

 

Michael Dylan Welch

 

 

all day drizzle —

how easy to smudge the ink

of a winter haiku

 

autumn wind —

the shell moves faster

without the snail

 

Stanford M. Forrester

 

 

another year older

a glacial erratic

mid-slope

 

frost cracks—

always the same

side of the moon

 

hospice entrance

the heavy scent

of cut grass

 

evening fireflies

ribs of an old rowboat

deep in shore grass

 

a second titmouse…

blue shadows deepen

in the tree well

 

paul m.

 

 

a late hatched fly

behind the glass goes buzz and

buzz and buzz and

 

the shifting of leaves –

as if the early sunlight

unsettled them, too

 

it is not because

the pine needs to be described

you need to be here

 

Philip Gross

 

 

river-moss the mallards feeding the day slowly

 

Alan Summers

 

 

Ripples running 

through wind-blown reeds 

nothing more than that

 

Fading sunset

oystercatchers pipe

in the half light

 

Ian Storr

 

 

resting

in our bucket

the river

 

gaps in the cloud cover

the dog breaks into

our silence

 

one country to the next

rain covered

road

 

hurrying by

our river

out in the rain

 

Gary Hotham

 

 

orb weaver

floats a line

on the wind

 

beachcombing

a cracked inkwell

filled with mud

 

end of summer

the smell of neoprene

drying

 

father's day

a chair left under

the cherry tree

 

a redshank's echo skims the river moon

 

Caroline Skanne

 

 

tarmac
we kick acorns
into the long grass

 

the wrong way
up the one-way street
sunrise

 

John Rowlands

 

 

a leaf opens

in the old teapot

winter solitude

 

river mist

a ginkgo leaf drifts

into autumn

 

Andrea Cecon

 

 

city bus station –

the glow of fruit stalls

through the dust

 

air conditioning

shudders to a halt –

mosquito whine

 

Amanda Bell

 

 

hard frost
a pumpkin melts
into itself

winter light
a scrawl of skaters
on the river

 

Debbie Strange

 

 

from dapple
to dapple
a fawn

 

Christmas Eve
the lighthouse twinkling
for three seals


sheep wool snagged
    on a wire mesh fence
mackerel sky

 

Scott Mason

 

 

waiting room

father’s hand

smaller than mine

 

Elizabeth Moura

 

 

parts

         of the river

the river

         leaves behind

 

(for Krish)

 

 

old fishmonger up to his eyes in it

 

Brendon Kent

 

 

rainy afternoon

the wet girl holds a daisy

over her doll’s head

 

afternoon the length of a dog’s tongue

 

Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy

 

 

daybreak...
the shadow of 
her uncurling toes 

evening light...
a snowflake punctuates 
birdsong 

 

Praniti Gulyani

 

 

anthill in the forest

everyone is busy

but me

 

Nikolay Grankin

 

 

unseasonably warm
my neighbor mows
a pile of dead leaves

 

midnight 
the puppy curls into 
a corner

 

Gabriel Bates

 

 

one foot at a time

learning of the things that lie

beyond the duvet

  

turn by turn

opening the lock gates

vomitoria

 

David J. Kelly

 

 

scorching heat--
a crow scratches the
mid-noon silence

 

Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

 

waiting 

at the end of the road

another 

 

summer’s end

twilight sticky

on the butterfly’s wings

 

gunshot

what was

isn’t

 

Rajani Radhakrishnan

 

 

evening rain 
faint sound of prayers 
from the hospice

 

billowing clouds 
under a blooming water lily
a koi

 

Agus Maulana Sunjaya 

 

 

sniffing it anyway

the plastic rose

 

Owen Bullock

 

 

the crow perches
atop a deer rib
cars flying by

 

Robin Smith

 

 

buzzard on a fencepost

a single lapwing

a solitary hare

 

a cut coin

neatly bisected

half a moon

 

Martin Locock

 

 

the road curves

how they stray from home

 shoeless boys

 

Gillena Cox

 

 

perched on telephone wire,

a lone crow caws

across the silent field

 

Rhys Owain Williams

 

 

snowy owl

rooted in the landscape

without its echo

 

Goran Gatalica

 

 

hollow bones

the shearwater's hard landing

across the path

 

Mark Gilbert

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