cold morning rain
bounces off the pavement
my mind races
with the awkward questions
I should've asked last night

John McManus - UK

this straight road
beyond the next ridge
out of line
first her question
then his reply

Rodney Williams - Australia

this morning dance
of who's right
who's wrong
i remember mother always
letting my father lead

Pamela A. Babusci - USA

once again
you merely brush by
in this garden of days
when I am lemon balm
perfume for your fingers

Claire Everett - UK

finally
her promised letter arrives
from afar—
in my bedroom mirror
pieces of the winter moon

Chen-ou Liu - Canada