__It's startling, is it not, that which old buildings can teach us?

buildings speak

silent words among themselves

the teachers 

__I minimized my activity and stepped aside for awhile, and scratched my fictions on yellow leagle pads... writer's "Flock"... it might be said. Smiles!
__This, a recent comment that I left at the good "Iris Haiku" blog.

winter moth
on this colder wind
a snowflake

We retard our clocks, but nature flows with quite different "time."

in lost light
our minds argue habit
birds shrug