Tag: Haibun

Morning Storm

Daybreak comes with an ominous ink stain painted on the morning sky. The wind is silent and still, as if the earth is holding its breath waiting for the impending assault. No birds singing; rather perching close to one another in the dense shelter…

Grey Sky Rain

Today is overcast with sporadic rain showers. I wished for rain on my birthday and here it is. Unusual for Arizona. While running an errand, I look up into the slate sky and I see them. Flying above the neighborhood community whose cruel nickname…

Waiting for Death

She perches in a crook of the mesquite tree with the gnarled bark surrounding her. A brilliant flash of green with a rosy face. There is an aura about her, eyes once alert to every move now glazed, beseeching. A black crow sits above…

Garden Walk

The air is cool and apple crisp as I take an early morning walk through my garden. There is a hint of Autumn’s gold gleaming on the wings of birds as they soar through the turquoise sky. The breeze rustles through the Mesquite tree,…

The Naming

His name is White Eagle, and he is a shaman. Long white hair, thin, ethereal. His voice, hypnotic and melliflous, both gentle yet powerful. He is to read me; proclaim my spirit name through a private session. I close my eyes as he drifts…

Evening in Paris

My grandmother’s bedroom was my favorite room in her house. She was without a doubt the most famous person I’ve ever known. She was once a blues singer in Vaudeville, a graceful swan now retired to the country. She had an old-fashioned vanity dresser…

Monsoons

When the Santa Anas rage across the desert floor they fell even mighty saguaros who’ve lived for many decades. Howling and roaring they march, creating a wall of dust as jackrabbits run for their sheltered nests. Hairy tarantulas scurry to their burrows, diving underground to avoid…

Emancipation of a Soul

February 3, 2017- the day of my emancipation. The chasing of the almighty dollar in exchange for my soul, done. No more living by other’s rules and expectations. Time to get back to me, the real me that no one knew. Back then, I didn’t…

Thoughts From An Opal Child

As I grow older, time is racing by, as if I am on a high-speed train barreling towards the end of my life. One minute, I am turning a page in the calendar and greeting a new month, and the next a new year…

Haibun: Wild Lovebirds

Wild lovebirds come to feed at my feeders every day. The story goes they were released from a defunct aviary or escaped on their own. Originally from Africa, they thrive here in the desert Southwest. They are beautiful, loving creatures, mating for life and…

Haibun: Mother’s Rose

The roses we planted together are thriving. They bloom profusely in Spring, and then again near your birthday in December. You loved your Rio Samba roses mom. I’m always amazed at not only their size, but also the profusion of color they display. I…

Haibun: Flame Skimmer

  I am in my garden watering wildflower seeds- they are getting their second set of leaves which is a good sign. My garden teems with life- a kaleidoscope of tiny lilac butterflies have been here a few days. Hummingbirds buzz past me in…

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