Haibun

 

                                          CHRISTMAS DAY 2002

 

Christmas afternoon at my daughter’s house.   Lulled by good food, holiday music and family  cheer.  Realizing too late we have stayed too long.

 

                                            a spreading whiteness

                                            as darkness descends—

                                            the intense quiet

 

Street not plowed.  Almost no indication where curbs are.  We open the side windows to see better.  Heavy-laden trees and bushes reach out to grab at the car and lash us.  Can’t make a hill.  We back down and try again.  A longer run this time, but still not quite.  Once more we back down and slide into a drift.

 

                                             wind-blown snow

                                             the slow slog back

                                             to family

 

Presence, #28 Jan. 2006