Winter's grey back drop offered mystical comfort. Stillness. There at the edges of this world, I sensed another. There was a peace hanging over the loch, like a misty prayer flag. Whisper of wind. Then silence. This is a day full of presence. Mine and nature's. A kiss blown into my heart by the beauty … Continue reading red tin, grey sky
Terraced housing and every door open. All the kids are 'playing out' until after dark and the calls from all the Mothers ring out down our street. Tea time.* Home we all trot, muddied and bloodied knees and smiles a mile wide. Food's on the table and after grace we tuck in. Not much conversation … Continue reading Little Manc
Clouds obscure the sky and the Winter moon is only noticeable because of the chill in my heart. It is hard to describe. Hard as the lack of feeling in the cold moon. Hard as the ice that falls at night and freezes the world. Imagine an echo in a room so vast that you … Continue reading the watcher
My plans are ice sculptures. Beautiful to behold and full of magic. Then they melt but their promise does not. They dissemble with a ripple that wobbles it's way slowly and surely to all the corners of infinity, touching every possibility along the way. That way I cease to put energy into worry about the … Continue reading ephemeral
The world is new this morning as my breath blows small clouds into being. They form briefly then disappear into the thin cold air. Such cloud making is a deep life affirmation. Nothing quite like seeing your own breath. Days like this tingle you alive. The trees are glistening with early sun dancing on the … Continue reading Hoar’s whisperer
Hello all. It is Toni once again on the Haibun Trail. Summer is slowly winding down and this morning, there was a tad bit of cool in the air – which has long since dissipated! My prompt for you all today, will hopefully make you smile and take you back to middle or high school….what … Continue reading what i did on my holidays.
This morning at Real Toads Margaret offers us an Artistic Interpretation prompt titled 'small town inspiration' I have chosen this image from Peggy Viera as my foundation for a Haibun. Bertha had been born in that house, built to accommodate the mill workers, and had lived there since 1927. She had worked in the … Continue reading Bob knew