It’s a beautiful morning for a walk with my dog. The birds are singing, the temperature is in the low 70’s which is unusual for the desert this time of year. The cool breeze kisses the nape of my neck like a long dead lover.
These early walks are a time for deep thought and reflection. You see, I have cancer. Although it is an indisputable fact, I find it hard to believe. Other than fatigue, I don’t feel any different. I am not sure if the fatigue is from the cancer, the stress, or the idea of it living inside me. Next week, I have surgery and begin a new path to recovery.
I turn the corner to head home, and as I do, I pass a tall pine tree. I smell the resin from its needles; the air is cooler under its canopy. I close my eyes, reveling in the spicy scent. I am no longer here, but in a deep forest with life teeming all around. At that moment, I hear it. Whoo, whoo, whoo whoo whoo…
summer’s cooling breeze
fleeting respite from the heat-
an owl calls my name
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #184 Specific form Haibun
Author’s Note: This morning Bella sent a messenger to me. I so needed it today as I have a bone scan appointment. I am so grateful.
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and on her Amazon Author Page