Tag: #haibun

#Haibun: Summer Storm

“Barring love I’ll take my life in large doses alone–rivers, forests, fish, grouse, mountains. Dogs.”  ― Jim Harrison, Wolf False Memoir For the last few nights, there has been a cicada singing in the fig tree. The sound carries through the still night air, and each… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Summer Storm”

#Haibun: Desert Spring

“I would not sacrifice a single living mesquite tree for any book ever written. One square mile of the living desert is worth a hundred ‘great books’ – and one brave deed is worth a thousand.” ― Edward Abbey I love this time of… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Desert Spring”

#Haibun: Winter Morning

Morning dawns with an icy sculpture in the bird fountain. This oddity happens about once a year here in Mesa when the temperture dips into the low thirties. It is a stark reminder of why we live here as opposed to someplace where it… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Winter Morning”

#Haibun: New Beginnings

Christmas and New Year’s Day came and went without any raucous festivities. No holiday parties, no Feast of the Seven Fishes, no gluttonous eating or over-imbibing. After over a year of unexpected health issues, taking a breath and awaking each morning are pure joy.… Continue Reading “#Haibun: New Beginnings”

#Haibun: The Path I Walk

I am always filled with apprehension this time of year. Even though I love fall and all the wonderful joys it brings, the season still fills me with dread.The reason for my apprehension is one many women can sympathize with. I was diagnosed with… Continue Reading “#Haibun: The Path I Walk”

#Haibun: Death of a Rose

It’s been a troublesome summer; not only for my garden but for myself as well. Last month, I had a hysterectomy which proved to be the most painful surgery I have ever endured. And to make matters worse, I have been unable to tend… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Death of a Rose”

This Precious Moment

Today, it’s as if fall has returned to the desert. Morning dawns overcast and grey with a rouge glow in the east awaiting the rising sun. My garden is thriving; the swirling air is fragrant with roses, herbs, and citrus tree blooms.Vibrant wildflowers stand… Continue Reading “This Precious Moment”

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