Tag: Haibun

#Haibun: Lemon Blossom

Late afternoon in the garden and the sun warms my chilled skin as I sink into the cushioned rocker and breathe.   The air is pure, yet thick and cloying as the lemon blossoms are bursting forth with citrusy beauty. The hypnotic combination of…

#Haibun: Death

February 18,1994 Chilling cold, a slate grey day. As we step from the hearse the rain, with an audible sigh of relief from the burgeoning sky, begins. People come forward, offer umbrellas. Nothing penetrates the mask I wear, not the rain, not the cold,…

#Haibun: Paris and Roses

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…

#Haibun: Writing

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….

#Haibun: Sharp Shinned Hawk

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,…

#Haibun: Wolf Moon

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…

#Haibun: Christmas Memory

This time last year, I was embarking on an unknown journey as my 30+ years career was coming to an end. As the cold days of December crept in, so did my trepidation on what I was about to do.

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