one unpicked apple –
the warmth
on my bald spot

Paul Cordeiro - USA

deep autumn
the arsenic
at the apple's core

Melissa Allen - USA

news of her illness
the windfall apple
tastes bitter

Jacek Margolak - Poland

only the wind there
to walk me through it –
a withered field

Jeffrey Woodward - USA

running late
   the wind chooses
   my hairstyle

Alexander B. Joy - USA

storm of red leaves
I can't see
the way forward

Nathalie Buckland - Australia

at the window
a homeless man
I see my reflection

Mel Goldberg - Mexico

winter moon
a homeless man's shadow
slips into the church

Chen-ou Liu - Canada

after the service
we gather at the wake
raising spirits

John Hawkhead - UK

bare branches
the prayer tree
out of season

Mark E. Brager - USA

winter games
the sun
on their side

Gregory Hopkins - USA

cold comes
through her window
the sound of rain

Greg Piko - Australia

it has thinned down,
thinned, one syllable,
to this

Kevin Gillam - Australia

winter songbirds –
I can't name them
but I hear dad among them

Robert Epstein - USA

the cat's ears
catch everything
no moon

John Hawk - USA