Haiku And Other Aperçus

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Saturday, March 7, 2015

Hwynca

ᚣ "Man was born free, and everywhere he is in irons" The feisty tige was after the padduc when she fell into the bog, and fighting for footing, sank to her bell ere Maida could reach the bleating doe. Too far from the burh to cry for help, and fearing her own entrapment in the peat mire, she ran... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 6, 2015

Futhark Song

þ A sudden draught brought a final flare to the flames of Loudun of Poitou. It flickered and danced, for a moment, glowing against the evening sky. The ugly sounds had waned, and finally ceased; the stake and its burden now but a pile of hot coals. The melodious chanting of the Sisters of Ursuline... Sign in to see full entry.

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Younger Futhark

ᚾ On unsteady feet the lusus naturae trode the tombolo uncertain of the direction in which it was leading him, or if he might end beyond the black stump. Not really aware of his heritage or that he bore the lineage of the twitcher, he watched the skimmers hoping against hope that one might soar... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Elder Futhark

A saros had passed since the amphisbaena had devoured the last of the guillemots on the cliffs above the plage, and the twitcher's disappointment in not finding a surviver was mirrored in the sough of the surf below. He had climbed carrying a punnet hoping something of interest might catch his... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 2, 2015

It's Time

bright sun polishing the snow as it melts away making room for green Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 28, 2015

The Geometry Of Winter

not a thousand words not a single picture can hasten spring's arrival Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 25, 2015

And So It Goes

fleeting years glide past-- snow, blossoms, sun, autumn leaves round and round again * Sis took this picture the other day. I thought it was so pretty. Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 19, 2015

No, No, Not Yet!

first robin red breast came to scout things out, but snow did send him packing Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 18, 2015

No Swimming Today

frozen pond reflects sun's bright rays all shining down landing goose hits hard Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 15, 2015

Imagine That

no cold wind, or snow, freezes toes, or nose, in my imagination Sign in to see full entry.

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