The geese fly off..
and it comes to me
that I am still here.
– H.F. Noyes

in one room
everything I have
and a window

I finish my tea
The cup still full
of warmth
– Philomene Kocher

Fireworks.
I close my eyes
for a second look
– John Stevenson

A deep gorge…
some of the silence
is me
– John Stevenson

Old passport
the tug
of my father’s smile
– Yu Chang

No sound to this
spring rain-
but the rocks darken
– Anita Virgil

The moon
broken again and again on the sea
so easily mends
– Choshu

A firefly flitted by:
“Look”! I almost said
but I was alone
– Taigi

An Ocean away-
tried to draw her closer
with pencil and paper.