September Magic
Poem Today, when I was walking I saw the “ghosts” of one friend after another. In the faces of strangers walking down the path I saw my friends’ eyes staring back at me....
Tagged: leaves
Spring Deferred
Haibun It’s usually warmer here. Mira has spent many happy moments seated at this bench, soaking in the sun. Late afternoon shadows fall. A breeze rustles the endless dried oak and maple leaves still...
Requiem for an Autumnal Moment
Haibun Another breeze. More rustling leaves. Shadows spread, then recede. Clouds drift between the sun and the yard. The first leaves fall. Mira finishes tapping on her Asus. She stretches, walks over and states...
