WINTER 2019

twilight
saying something of the nothing
of it all

 

Ben Moeller-Gaa

 

 

September haying—

the landed turkey vulture

searching the windrows

 

Wally Swist

 

 

the egg

that didn't open . . .

waning moon

 

Debbie Strange

  

 

moistening a pile
of last week’s rabbit pellets
an autumn rain

 

paul m.

 

 

forest bathing

my palms white

with birch bark

 

Laurie D. Morrissey

 

 

alkali flats

a curtain of sand

darkens the horizon

 

Jay Friedenberg

 

 

the milking stool

in a bed of nettles—

first snow

 

Bisshie

 

 

the wild

in a horse’s eye

following the storm

 

Joanna Ashwell

 

 

pregnant again 

the pitter-patter

of light rain

 

Bryan Rickert

 

 

no call for

a night light

snow moon

 

Helen Buckingham

 

 

winter sunrise

the cement grill illumes

a dove's nest

 

Richa Sharma

 

 

a deep breeze
the cottonwoods sway
into echoing thunder

 

Gary Hittmeyer

 

 

mud flats

a wisp of snipe gone

with my thoughts

 

Debbie Strange  

 

 

walking ahead                        

her dimpled fist

full of buttercups

 

Elaine Wilburt

 

 

well water
I hesitate
to stir the stars

 

Adjei Agyei-Baah

 

 

inside the folds

of a cafe umbrella...

autumn dusk

 

Brad Bennett

 

 

barbed wire

this flake of wool

about to thaw

 

Adrian Bouter

 

 

harmattan...
the inner layer of my lips
appears

 

Jibril Dauda Muhammad

 

 

funeral procession
the silence between us
leaves at last

 

Chen-ou Liu

 

 

night chill . . .
a billow of smoke rises
from the pyre

 

Kanchan Chatterjee

 

 

redwoods

a searchlight blinks

over the canopy

 

Joanna Ashwell

 

 

summer vacation

counting down blossoms

on the moonflower

 

Scott Wiggerman

 

 

the same granite
in a stile’s step ...
village graveyard

 

paul m.

 

 

late noon sun  

our last day breaks into   

reed-grass

 

Jenny Fraser

 

 

empty hands
before sleep comes
mother’s humming

 

Erin Castaldi

 

 

sultry night

I smack a bug

on the word winter

 

Laurie D. Morrissey

 

 

mountain cabin

a hint of frost slips

through the cracks

 

Bruce H. Feingold

 

 

all morning

across the slate path

autumn earthworm

 

Judson Evans

 

 

early autumn—

conkers falling amid the stillness

of prayer flags

 

Wally Swist

 

 

grandpa's pipe
in the snowman's mouth
a porch light flicks on

 

Maxianne Berger

 

 

the winter field

a horse

following its breath

 

Roger Watson

 

 

dry rattle
a Nuttail's woodpecker
eyes the scrub oak

 

Deborah P Kolodji

 

 

her indifference
to the break up 

the sunflower turns its head

 

Jim Krotzman

 

 

From branch to branch

a flash of red

bird song

 

Michael Minassian

 

 

I squeeze myself

into the last corner

of sunset

 

Joanna Ashwell

 

 

the thinned bracken

gone purple with asters . . . 

revealing the deer run

 

Wally Swist

 

 

curve of the bay     

   giving him time                           

to tell me

 

Jenny Fraser

 

 

late autumn...
a room
without furniture

 

Marshall Bood

 

 

bedtime—                                         

brushing the wind

out of her hair

 

Elaine Wilburt

 

 

searching for

each other

autumn leaves

 

Radostina Dragostinova

 

 

heat rising

grandmother sweeps ants

from sidewalk to street 

 

Bryan Rickert

 

 

end of summer

the creek faster

where it curves

 

Agnes Eva Savich

 

 

six weeks, no sunlight
a line of salt bisects
the highway

 

Robert Beveridge

 

 

drifting gull...
beneath the mist
the river widens

 

Clive Bennett

 

 

peeling the onion away...

the tan line

on his ring finger

 

Dan Salontai

 

 

stable light

the mare’s breath            

warm on my neck

 

Gavin Austin

 

 

snowbound the warmth of this sunlit room

 

martin gottlieb cohen

 

 

a call to pray

west of the picket fence

first crocus

 

Agus Maulana Sunjaya

 

 

a squirrel

rearranging a pinecone

steady clouds

 

Chris Jeffris

 

 

deep forest

the ears of a wallaby

touched by sun

 

Lorraine Haig

 

 

traces

of milkweed

on the baby’s breath

 

Laurie Greer

 

 

white chrysanthemums

the faded color

of her absence

 

Eufemia Griffo

 

 

winter dawn –
the mist rising on
an unruffled lake

 

Antonietta Losito

 

 

hot day —
a lizard on a nearby rock
follows the sunset

 

Goran Gatalica

 

 

first snowfall

uncorking

vintage wine

 

Roberta Beach Jacobson

 

 

winter sun...
a kitten sneaks
into a potato crate

 

Manoj Sharma

 

 

garden gate
a walk
into Jasmine scent

 

Elmedin Kadric

 

 

burnt marshmallow

— the nearby cadence

of a hermit thrush

 

Kevin Valentine

 

 

drizzle –

a dog is shaking

under a willow

 

Mauro Battini

 

 

Swifts long gone,
eaves carry empty echoes.

 

Jennifer A. McGowan

 

 

summer garden... 

the crimson flash 

of a sunbird 

 

Hemapriya Chellappan

 

 

autumn chill

knitting socks

before the ice forms

 

Mike Moule

 

 

the scent of jasmine

a lonely flute
shapes the dark

 

Bernard White

 

 

drawing
the red lampshade
autumn rain

 

Miriam Sagan

 

 

stubble field

waterlogged ruts

mirror the cold

 

Michael Baeyens

 

 

first frost the nothing I become

 

Elisa Theriana

 

 

river bed
footprints carried off
in the dust

 

Kristen Lang

 

 

saying goodbye

the scent of roses

before the rain

 

Joanne van Helvoort

 

 

autumn morning

a sunlit stone

at the river's source

 

Lucy Whitehead

 

 

blackbirds feasting

on windfall persimmons –

clear day in winter

 

Jerome Gagnon

 

 

salt spray toppling a cairn of oyster shells

 

Bill Cooper

 

 

autumn wind

learning to write

a will

 

John J. Han

 

 

from her keepsakes

a small jar of sand

no where or when

 

Peter Newton

 

 

beet soup –
the flavour of a place
I would like to go

 

Oscar Luparia

 

 

spring thaw . . .
on a mushroom
a baby snail

 

Taofeek Ayeyemi

 

 

beating cake batter –

her habit of pressing lips

       on my reflection

 

Ave Jeanne Ventresca

 

 

mango slice . . .

licking the juice

dripping down my elbow

 

Sunita Sahoo

 

 

across the gate 

of the dead dog’s pen

one spider strand

 

David Oates

 

 

tears

long withheld...

snowy sky

 

Lucia Cardillo

 

 

from the clifftop
the chough
knows

 

Mark Gilbert

 

 

baby's breath

the fragrance

of fresh soap

 

Valentina Ranaldi-Adams

 

 

deep autumn
the fur on the bottom
of a cat's paw

 

Réka Nyitrai

 

 

moist ground

smell of bolete

among pine needles

 

Tomislav Sjekloća

 

 

old journal

her phone number

slips out

 

Jackie Chou

 

 

evening twilight

my grey hair scatters

on the pillow

 

Minal Sarosh

 

 

footnotes

in early morning snow     

a lone coyote 

 

Marilyn Fleming

 

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