Tag: Haibun

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…

Haibun: Spring’s Demise

It is warm and breezy on my afternoon walk. The wind blows my hair off my neck where my sweat is collecting. I hear the tap,tap,tap of a red-headed woodpecker high up in a palm tree, determined to find a tasty insect. Mockingbirds flit…

Haibun: Rain Lilies

Fleshy green leaves wait, their patience tested here in the desert. Yearning for the soft patter of raindrops on leaves to beckon forth flowers.

Haibun: Loneliness

A little over a year ago, I left my career. I had a high pressure position that demanded a great deal of my time. My travel was extensive and the only times I was alone was in a hotel room. I used those moments…

Haibun- Warm Spring

The air is fresh and bright on my early morning walk. Thrashers, perched on high treetops are beckoning for the sun to shine on them so they may bask in it’s warm light. The ocotillos are brilliant green with the top of each stalk…

Haibun: Twilight

I sit in the garden at dusk, watching the sky change from turquoise to amber red gold. The silhouettes of the trees are in stark contrast, midnight black against a vivid palette. I take a sip of bold red wine- it’s a cabernet kind…

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