#Haibun: Paris and Roses

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We walk the streets of Paris for eternity, not caring what day or time it is. Magical moments catching the light in golden drenched photos.
You buy me a bouquet of red and white roses. Returning to our flat we take a self-portrait in the gilded oval mirror. How young and vibrant we look- Paris is good for us! Our love for each other shines in our eyes.
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#Haibun: Writing

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Being left-handed, I worked hard at writing well.
A memory: First grade, a substitute teacher for the day. A regular elementary school in Houston, Texas. But that day I learned I was a spawn of the devil because I wrote with my left hand. The sub slapped my knuckles with a ruler each time I picked up the pencil.

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#Haibun: Sharp Shinned Hawk

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Every morning, I write with nature surrounding me. The view from my window allows me to observe the arrival of my feathered guests. A red-headed woodpecker comes to peck, peck, peck on the mesquite. From pigeons to mourning doves to peach faced love birds, I watch them feed on the seeds and drink from the birdbath. The pigeons and doves dance as they scuttle along the ground, eating the seeds cast out of the feeders by the smaller birds.

#Haibun: Wolf Moon

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The night is cold, perfect for a dip in the hot tub.

Naked, we step out into the brisk air and search for the full moon. Above us, the night sky is rampant with blue-black clouds, backlit by the beautiful orb. Like her namesake she scratches and bites at the shape shifting shadows, howling for her rightful place in the pack. This is my night- away with you filthy beasts!

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#Haibun: Fate and Death

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-By Linda Lee Lyberg

As I wander the cloistered woods, the plunk, plunk, plunk of acorns landing in rotting leaves breaks the unearthly silence. The circle of life surrounds me, from leathery seed struggling to sprout to towering live oaks. I am humbled in their presence. I pause in wonder, appreciating the music of creation. And then, this thought: Is man but a tiny seed from a powerful tree?  Continue reading