Could be anywhere... people talking in the cold, and each word is shown as an instant's cloud.


cold writes
the words of unheard voices
cloud wisps

At this time, I thank you all ! _m


kitchen scents
the din around this table
family pie

A fall contrary; the ferns have turned, the moss... as lush as July.

brown ferns
dance above their carpet
green moss

Welcome.

rusty hinge
on an open iron gate
this inn

__I first punched a key at this blog, on Friday the 13th, February 2009; tomorrow is another Friday the 13th.
__To my 'new' like minded friends, and to my 'older' like minded friends, I thank you all for your visits!
__I'll be stepping aside for a few days, to the pond, see you soon! _m

day break
this frozen rain clatters...
tree limbs

Predator birds miss... more often than not; the chipmunk has "other days."

a hunter
soars above the field
its search
diving hawk
this chipmunk to its den
tomorrow

__In compliment to Devika's tanka of 10/27/09, "by the same pond;" the echoes may be the fallen leaves floating, those -voices- of the past. _m

ponds
await their icy caps
echoes

Looking for the wind.

thoughts linger
among these fallen leaves
a wren