Tag: Haibun

Last Figs

In the winter, nights and mornings are chilly here in the desert. Rain showers are frequent, and the cactus are plump. The mesquite tree is losing it’s fern like leaves, creating a velvety blanket below it. Birds pick through the refuse to build nests….

Dark Solitude

I am alone with my thoughts on the morning walk. Going through the motions, pausing when Bubba stops to smell the scent of a dog that’s found the bush before him. My mind, like the sky, is wallowing in darkness. My precious dog is…

Autumn Memories

Autumn always brings memories of you. I see your eyes in the bright turquoise sky, and I hear your cadence in the birdsong outside my window. I watched a video of you singing, and I wondered, why did you silence your voice? Did you…

Waiting for the Roses

Here, in this place, this haphazard garden, is peace. The lavender spills into the path, breaking free of its boundaries. The bright orange Mexican sunflowers with their golden pom-pom centers, are blooming even now in late November. Bees hover around the milkweed, gathering pollen…

Haibun: February Rain

On the night it happened, we were living apart; he in the home we once shared and I in a little bungalow not far away. Separated after almost 7 years of marriage. For ten months, he begged me to come home and I refused….

Haibun: The Walk

These days, it’s a short walk at best. After the attack, he nor I much care for venturing too far from home. At first, when the memory stayed with him, he would go out, do his business immediately, and then want to return home….

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…

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