Originally posted on writing in north norfolk: early morning rain the dry sound inside the cabin of oatmeal cooking ­                                                           comfort in heat of a pot ­ …

Originally posted on haiku tree: the wind kicks up leaves and dust plastic bags and trash ?

Originally posted on Haiku Commentary: mother’s walk we wander through each other © Brendon Kent (UK) Published in Moon on Water This haiku shows deep feelings about attachment and detachment. ‘mother’s walk’ intrigues me with the purpose associated with it. Usually, a mother’s walk revolves around the daily activities of her home and children. On…

Originally posted on the other bunny: I heard the two magic words today. Wren. And Martin of course. I couldn’t catch the face that said it, but I have a good memory for voices, and it will not be long before I match it to the face. From which I will then proceed to pluck…

Originally posted on Björn Rudbergs writings: To wake up to winter silence in a mountain cabin means yet a day of plans fulfilled. The whistle of wind in the chimney would have meant a day of waiting or making hard decisions to change the plans. On this silent morning we prepare a simple meal of…

Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: small town business a meeting of roadside crows   by Rich Schilling (USA) bottle rockets, #40, 2019 ?