for some

impossible to fathom

the sun's warmth

Tejendra Sherchan, Nepal

epitome of love the Kannon 

Tejendra Sherchan, Nepal

rainwashed riverside…

sweeping the shrine

weeping willows

Monica Kakkar, India and USA

willows yellow…

halcyon in the hollow 

goddess aglow

Monica Kakkar, India and USA

Budda prayers

time travelling 

From Kyoto to my desk

Stef de koker, South Africa

manifesting compassion

the value of time in stone

Stef de koker, South Africa 

a white duck 

pulls a willow stem― 

kamo river mouth

David McMurray, Japan 

spring willow… 

vestigial fingernails 

too small to polish
       

David McMurray, Japan

bow down

his majesty 

stands before us

hands held

in prayer

Katherine E Winnick,  UK

checkmate

the king

pauses 

Katherine E. Winnick, UK

the soldier's widow...

grief, love and loyalty 

behind mourning

Natalia Kuznetsova, Russia

a weeping willow 

over the dark waters 

widowhood 

Natalia Kuznetsova, Russia

willow stone— 

her silhouette evokes 

a sacred memory

Neena Singh, India 

I pray

with Willow Kannon

near Kamo river
for peace
in this war-torn world

Neena Singh, India

river shallows— 

the shape of a goddess 

filled with compassion

Neena Singh, India

grandmother

granddaughter 

one shadow

Tony Williams, UK

wildfires…

and they say night

is black

Tony Williams, UK

red-washed stone—

light fills

the hollows

Edward Cody Huddleston, USA

enlightened being 

reaching out to needy souls 

healing river stone

S. T. Hills, Netherlands

figure silhouette 

weathered over centuries 

riverbed treasure 

S.T. Hills, Netherlands

graceful and gentle

a modest geisha 

waits

Sherri J Moye-Dombrosky, USA

haijin wraps his cloak

closer sheltering

from the storm

Sherri J Moye-Dombrosky, USA

she stoops to pick up

the weeping soul—

Mother Nature

Hema Ravi, India

into the deluge 

people drown

in large numbers

clutching a Buddha stone 

a lone one stands tall

Hema Ravi, India

her heart 

grieves—

weeping willow

Hema Ravi, India

new crescent

she veiled once more

by dark clouds

Pravat Kumar Padhy, India

the dream

darkens day by day

too old to hold

I wait here to witness

brightness would define one day

Pravat Kumar Padhy, India