Originally posted on My Inner Voice: falling snowgrandma calls meby the wrong name January 19, 2022 (Mainichi Japan)

Originally posted on This Lust My Ceaseless Koan: digging for catshit on a cold winter’s morning

Originally posted on Scrambled, Not Fried: Sunlight Lies 7:18AM. Isolated and immobilized in the room with one small window, one green wall and everything else still gray, everything this early — despite new sunlight — remains faded. Even the icicled, distant sun — three weeks into the new year, half a day past the blizzard…

Originally posted on Vento del giorno: cold seasonthe simple sadness?of my hands? stagione freddala semplice tristezzadelle mie mani nevele cose cancellateda ricordare snowthe erased thingsto remember cielo da nevela solitudinedella mia ombra snow skythe lonelinessof my shadow © A.M Andrew Wyeth

Originally posted on elancharan gunasekaran: bodies wrestle with winter winds

Originally posted on Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond: Often seen at my house… pressing all the water from tofu— “The Collected Works of William Shakespeare”

Originally posted on Akita International Haiku Network: ripe quince on a dark blue platter full Moon ?熟したマルメロ 紺色の大皿に 満月 it’s raining so hard even the gray geese went under the canopy 雨が激しく降っている ハイイロガンでさえ キャノピーの下に行った? the first frost slightly pointed facial features 初霜 少し先のとがった 顔の特徴 who is greener? They argue with the spring foliage long onion…