Originally posted on the other bunny: A rented room. This saggy mattress and assemble-it-yourself bookshelf. Yet, how sweet are those hardwood floors? And the sound of one’s own footfall in the silence. when home is no longer : home Kelly Sauvage Angel

Originally posted on Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond: First plum blossoms–an old man sells church-shaped bird feeders from his truck bed

#Haiku Happenings #7: Peter Bouchier’s latest haiku for my current #haikai challenge! J.S. Bach’s birthday corona from outer space keeps on shining through Equinox – Waar mijn pen ligt, ben ik thuis

Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes: For Frank Tassone’s weekly haikai challenge. ? day and night in balance light and dark a barn owl screams pale ghost of red raw life beneath cold stars ?