a quiet place to celebrate the art of haiku and other forms of poetry
I love this image!
As usual you send me to another place with these words. Regrets rising with the moon is just such a lovely way to phrase this idea.
__I like the woodsmoke caught between the sunset and the moonrise, a grand line! The smoke, twixt and tween. _m
many thanks, fellow poets! hope you're enjoying the holidays -- :-)
I love your poetry, Kelly.
__Just an add-on... thanks for the -woodsmoke- Kelly, it brought summer campfires to mind. _m
ah, summer campfires -- seem so far off . . .
I love this image!
ReplyDeleteAs usual you send me to another place with these words. Regrets rising with the moon is just such a lovely way to phrase this idea.
ReplyDelete__I like the woodsmoke caught between the sunset and the moonrise, a grand line! The smoke, twixt and tween. _m
ReplyDeletemany thanks, fellow poets! hope you're enjoying the holidays -- :-)
ReplyDeleteI love your poetry, Kelly.
ReplyDelete__Just an add-on... thanks for the -woodsmoke- Kelly, it brought summer campfires to mind. _m
ReplyDeleteah, summer campfires -- seem so far off . . .
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