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  • New Year 2021

    Originally posted on Ada's Poetry Alcove (2): Carpe Diem #1842 End Of Year New Year’s Eveday spent cleaning houseclearing outplanning for a brighter yearleaving baggage behind ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a minute after midnightmy spouse bundles up warmlytakes treats for stray catscold air spilling in doora mixture of sadness and hope ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NewYear’s Daya squirrel shakes his tailat…

  • My Daily #Haiku (1/1/21)

    1/1/21: moon, paper birds waning gibbousan overcast sky“on New Year’s Day…” origami–the child-like hopethis new year #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NewYearsDay

  • five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes

    Originally posted on Ontheland: snowflakes in a blinding storm we find each other . . https://youtu.be/wsj15wPpjLY Seasons of Love: Rent Original Motion Picture Soundtrack ©️2021 Ontheland

  • Two One

    Originally posted on Heed not Steve: new year days the same but bright —- © Steve Mitchell 2021

  • cold moon ~ a haiku

    Originally posted on Mindfills: dreamy night clouds curl up with a memory old cold moon smirks *** Mindfills for Frank Tassone’s haikai challenge -fuyu no tsuki (cold moon)

  • “New Year’s Eve…” a #tanka (12/31/20)

    12/31/20: unprompted New Year’s Evea trembling pair ofwithered leavescan I welcome this new yearwith any genuine hope? #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NewYearsEve2021

  • Cold Moon

    Originally posted on Straight From My Heart: Chilly night…. Cold moon outside my balcony Smell of mothball on sweater. Copyright @ Goutam Dutta https://frankjtassone.com/2020/12/29/haikai-challenge-171-12-29-20-cold-moon-fuyu-no-tsuki-new-years-eve-toshi-no-yo-new-years-day-ganjitsu-haiku-senryu-haibun-tanka-haiga-renga/

  • #Haikai Challenge #171: Cold Moon (fuyu no tsuki)

    Originally posted on Tao-Talk:       Fluffy blanket cloudshug winter moon’s cold curves –dogs dream near the fire. Snow owl disappears inside winter’s cold moon heart –pink wings rise with sun. Frost moon brightens dark-shadowed twigs scraping windows –I shiver inside. Dead tinseled trees rest at curbside, row after row,under a cold moon. Mice…