Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: Footprints in the snow Ephemeral memories Slowly disappear The essence of the moment Fresh as a winter morning

Originally posted on writing in north norfolk: empty calabash only shadows fill its gourd until the rain falls reflecting the fading sun the stillness of the ocean no rain clouds in sight a beggar sits in gloom a cricket for company not a drop to drink Kim M. Russell, 2018 A pet cricket and his…

Originally posted on Trent's World (the Blog): Unearthly I stop.  I don’t mean to stare, but the apparition that’s you holds me spellbound in its unearthly beauty.  You smile and say my name.  I smile back, but my insides turn the jelly.  Are you real? Goddess come to life Straight from the ancient stories You…

Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 浅く乾いた冬の轍を時代とよぶ　　福田若之 asaku kawaita fuyu no wadachi o jidai to yobu winter rut slightly dry I call it the times                                     Wakayuki Fukuda from ‘Haidan,’ (‘Haiku Stage’) a monthly haiku magazine, September 2017 Issue, Honami Shoten, Tokyo

Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: In the seam between asphalt road and concrete curb, a ruffle of weeds ? by Kathy Lohrum Cotton  (USA) Honorable Mention, Traditional Haiku Category Illinois State Poetry Society Contest, 2017 ?

Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes: Another contribution to Frank Tassone’s ‘hawk’ theme haikai challenge. ? Wind in feathers sings of hawk-plunge and rabbit scream— red blood on white snow. ?

Originally posted on Victoria C. Slotto, Author: The Good of the Poor About 1981 or 82, I sat in a cold church in Detroit, Michigan. I pulled my coat around me, barely noticing the cold, entranced, instead, by the strong voice of a diminutive woman clothed in just a white sari with blue edging. Fearlessly…