Wednesday, February 15, 2012

visited by
an ache I can't name-
winter moon

10 comments:

  1. We all gets these mysterious aches. Nice post Kristin...

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  2. Well, I guess it's flowing, all right. This is a beauty.

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  3. __I sure feel this; this, a true haiku... lovit, Kristin. _m

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  4. Frank, Bill, and Doug...Thank you all for your kind words, gentlemen. They mean a lot coming from the three of you!

    Sincerely,
    Kristin

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  5. I'm not a poet....but I always enjoy whatever you post. Your side picture is lovely!

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  6. i think those aches swirl around the twirling globe. very very nice Kristin

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  7. They start early, don't they, those mystery aches?

    Adelaide

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  8. O som entrecortado de tuas escolhas linguísticas enriqueceu ideia. Parabéns!

    The staccato (interrupted) sound of your language choices enriched the idea. Greetings!

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