Haibun

                                             DUSK 

It is quiet now.  No cars on the road.  No neighbors about.  The light is going.  Overhead, a solid cloud cover.  A breeze stirs the pines creating a rushing sound as of a stream pulsing over rocks. After a few seconds it reaches the copper chimes on the porch, sounding its bell tones, low and fleeting.

                                      summer rain–

                                      the gentle way

       -                              you touch my hand 

One Hundred Gourds, 9/2012