Originally posted on Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos: As I look around me, I see white rain, insistent upon clinging to my limbs. I did not invite it to perch here, nor would I even consider it. It causes my world to turn gray, and I rather prefer a bit of color. Yet, year…

Originally posted on Haiku For Living: . night poplars thrash in the tall sky fugitive moon ? ? ? ? .

Originally posted on Ontheland: February morning faraway sounds rising from the woods : ©️2019 Ontheland

Originally posted on Stella Pierides: Wet felting is a hands-on craft. With warm water, olive soap, a rolling pin, bubble wrap, and a lot of pressure on the wool fibres, I create fabric. first day of school a kid climbs on the teacher’s desk https://frankjtassone.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/felted-mittens.jpg For week 5 of the #weeklywatercolourchallenge, where I contribute weekly…

Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes: Daily haiku practice, stretching it a bit further. ? Il pleut des cordes d’eau des cours des rivières peignent l’herbe argenté ? chouette tu cri les notes tremblent comme pluie sur les roseaux ? fossés débordent d’hiver coulent comme printemps an avant-goût * rain falls in sheets tressed water…