Gean Tree Press

first fine day —

starting again

my hunt for love

 

Dietmar Tauchner, Austria

morning stillness

a bird and the puddle

both frozen

 

 

crisp dawn . . .

the wake-up call

of an eagle

 

 

white lies —

a few drops of rain

puddle together

 

Susan Constable, Canada

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

folklore school —

wild strawberries bloom

by the gate

 

 

broken wall . . .

the barn and a cherry-tree

lean on each other

 

 

stabbed

by an icicle

the hanging moon

 

Maya Lyubenova, Bulgaria

 

train window

the sun follows the geese

rolling thunder

two flies spiral down

the garden steps

Martin Cohen, USA

raindrops

along the railing —

the first few stars

early darkness

friends pool the words

to an old song

autumn nightsounds —

thoughts of my parents

seeping in

the great river

absorbs a little river —

stars vanishing

black ice

cloisonné irises

wrap her cane

Peggy Willis Lyles, USA

winter solstice

all night crushing

dry herbs

morning walk

everyone I pass

knows my dog's name

rising moon

my knife divides

the fish's belly

Graham Nunn, Australia

Kangaroo Island

a humpback's

bone-white impression

 

Rhonda Poholke, Australia

a brisk wind —

the memory of old wine

in wet leaves

tenth floor —

a picture window view

of fog

breathing in —

across the room my husband

peels a tangerine

watery sunshine —

the overnight leaves

piled at the door

off season —

the smell of wood smoke

from a closed inn

Adelaide B. Shaw, USA

flooded street —

on their verandah

a chair rocking

 

 

drifting mist

a rainbow lorikeet

fades out

 

 

silver coins

in the hospital fountain

winter sunshine

 

John Bird, Australia

on a night train —

glow-worms outside

catch my eyes

country drive —

the one-legged scarecrow

heckled by sparrows

the mist is heavy

having swallowed all mountains

and paddy fields

Sunil Uniyal, India

 

swank hotel

the rat in the ceiling

stays for free

 

 

winter morning

muffled voices going

down the stairs

 

 

misunderstanding

all the butterflies

look the same today

 

Bob Lucky, China

 

rippled light

a wild salmon leaps

above the rainbow  

 

 

silk flowers

in the fork of a tree

sundown wind

 

 

warming trend

the man in the day moon

smiles back      

                          
Catherine J.S. Lee, USA

lily buds

a girl in the window

blows the long flute

Japanese Gardens —

old ladies discussing

who’s the oldest

art gallery

a stretch of blue smoke

colours the clouds

out of the garden wall

into a city mist

tree roots

Vernal equinox —

full moon balancing

on the ridgepole

Anthony Anatoly Kudryavitsky, Ireland

 

 

lowered glances . . .

the tram trembles

with secrets

I love you . . .

over my head a wreath 

of dandelions

 

Tsveta Djagarova, Bulgaria

itchy nose —

but the sparrow is

so close!

gentle rain            my wife is pregnant

Matt Hetherington, Australia

rain on dry leaves

the mother cat adjusts              

a nursing kitten

her son’s enlistment

dogwood blossoms           

scatter in the wind

tornado watch

robin song

trails the siren

spider silk

    reaching across the river

                                    sunrise   

the tax man's sigh

an owl wing feather

in the pen cup

Ferris Gilli, USA

incessant rain —

at the height of the storm

birds start singing

 

 

the cast-comes-off-day —

on a branch a cicada shell

flaps in the wind  

 

 

sudden heat —

in the old shed

wasps stirring  

 

Merrill Gonzales, USA

surf flag statues

between the sea-weed

bodies glisten

holiday crowds —

hermit crabs tumble

on the ebbing tide

whitecaps on the bay

a smear of sunscreen

remains on her breast

evening barbecue —

peron’s tree frog

cackles from the drain

sweeping the path —

pollen falls

behind me

Neil Bramsen, Australia

in the wake of dawn

harvest songs sung

in childhood

waiting 

for a bengal tiger . . .

I sense the power

of silence

_kala, India 

watching the sadhu

cross-legged on the rock . . .

my backpack lightens

Barbara A Taylor, Australia

long twilight

the old widower argues

with his wife

winter solitude

the exact shape

of the moon

bonsai —

still sensitive

about my height

the doctor wants

to take a closer look . . .

my unexamined life

Bill Kenney, USA

blue mountains

fading one into the other

your heartbeats

delivery men

carrying across the road

the scent of freesias

photos of her father

in enemy uniform —

the taste of almonds

Anzac Day —

following a red line

into Belgium

Sandra Simpson, New Zealand

from the attic

a breathtaking view

between cranes

New Year's Day —

fireworks still explode

in my head

Nuri Rosegg, Norway

Anzac service

the rustle of the crowd

through fallen leaves             

line of footprints . . .  

waves pulling up

the sea

Lynette Arden, Australia

beside the dunes

a scrub jay

the color of sky  

Ash Creek

the slap-slap of a goose           

before take-off

A. A. meeting

each time it opens

the groan of the door                   

Peggy Heinrich, USA  

autumn wardrobe

the pile of spare coathangers

grows . . .

Beverley George, Australia

walking to school —

the autumn wind

peels skin from my face

Ashley Capes, Australia

funeral service —

a fly head-butting

the statue of Jesus

 

Michelle Leber, Australia

the empty chair . . .

a flood of memories

for Mother's Day

step by step

the mist swallowing

the chimneys

Keith A. Simmonds , West Indies

my life

without you . . .

thread work

promises

I don't recall . . .

old diary  

Jo McInerney, Australia

early spring

an alarm clock startles

the rooster

summer thirst —

sunlight splashes

from my hands

tapping tin

a small boy

in the rain

Don Baird, USA

full sun

the iridescent wings

of a black wasp

empty beach . . .

the random clatter

of pebbles

rose window

the saints lie

toe to toe

Quendryth Young, Australia

charity shop

exchanging nods

with my ex-

tv lounge —

turning to face

the fish tank

wolf moon —                     

her teenage daughter

wields the tweezers

Helen Buckingham, UK

making change . . .

a dogwood blossom

on the counter

unexplored path

a contrail through the heart

of the sun

lightning strike!

the earth shakes loose

a car alarm

column of smoke —

my neighbor's house

fills the sky

Melinda Hipple, USA

            silence

through grey-blue mist

   blackened bushland

winter morning

the warmth of a seat

just vacated

early shadows . . .

the first crowsfeet

around her eyes

Dawn Bruce, Australia

Valentine's Day

only spam

in my inbox

 

Sunday afternoon

gulls killing time

in the empty mall

 

past midnight

again and again the mopoke

answers itself

 
second winter

for the first time I wake

on her side of the bed

 

breaking light

the sound

of the last trawler

 

Mark Miller, Australia

 

winter ending . . .

some leaves

refuse to fall

Harry Rout, Australia