Originally posted on O at the Edges: He thought much of these disembodied hands, pictured them moving to the light of the burnished lantern, weaving patterns intricate as those in the most delicate hummingbird nest, textures and shades of light with traces of webs and soft fibers of unknown origin, making knots of shadows and…

Originally posted on mishunderstood: I sit curled into the end of my couch with my tea, still too hot for sipping. The curtain is pulled back a few inches, just enough for me to view the morning show of winged wonders. I’ve come to visually identify many and now my interest turns to their unique…

Originally posted on K.: The day is grey and I am swept along its ways.? Dense, impenetrable, uncertain. And yet here is the sparrow tree.? It sings out in tangled branches of song, in a chaotic chorus with no melody but infinite cheer. The path continues with a chill bleakness.? Robins and starlings bathe in…

Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 鳥帰るゴシック文字の墓の上　　渡辺光子 tori kaeru goshikku moji no haka no ue             birds return to the north ??????????? they fly above the graves ??????????? with Gothic letters ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Mitsuko Watanabe from Haidan, (Haiku Stage) a monthly haiku magazine, June 2017 Issue, Honami Shoten, Tokyo

Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: senryu   tacking a calendarover a cracked hole in the wall . . .worse   by Jerome Berglund (USA) Asahi Haikuist Network, April 1, 2022

Originally posted on Heed not Steve: waning crescent –he traces his childhoodwith Google maps —— © Steve Mitchell 2022