Originally posted on Project words: warmer days leaf by leaf sky disappears ? ? ? ? ?

Originally posted on Peter Frankis writes: All day the southerly blew hard on the face of the the sea until, finally, around evening the wind died. On the north side of the peninsula the water was luminous green and pink – waves lined up to pearl on the cooling sand. But the south was pumping…

Originally posted on writing in north norfolk: I spend early mornings on my own, from any time between five thirty and six thirty until about nine thirty or even lunchtime, depending on what the day ahead holds. It is, for me, the best time to write. With just the cats for company and a wonderful…

Originally posted on Vento del giorno: Pascal campion, Whishing for… turno di notte – t’aspetto ancora sveglia come allora night shift – waiting awake for you now, as then © A.M.

Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 切り株にランチボックス春の森　　山崎ひさを kirikabu ni ranchi bokkusu haru no mori             a lunch box             on a stump             spring woods                                                 Hisao Yamazaki ? from “Haiku Dai-Saijiki” (“Comprehensive Haiku Saijiki”), Kadokawa Shoten, Tokyo, 2006

Originally posted on kanzen sakura: Today Sarah is officially joining the dVerse crew.  She gives us several paintings by the artist Fay Collins which we are to use one as inspiration.  I chose this one.  This is called an ekphrastic poem. ? snow melted today leaving behind a dead blackbird and broken blue eggs painting…