Haibun

                                                                INDIAN SUMMER  

 

There is a lot of country in the country.  Meadows and farms.  Vineyards and orchards.  My head swivels.  Left, right. Up the brightly colored hills and down the roads.

 

In the car's wake, leaves swirl.  Ponds and lakes offer up clear reflections.  A mélange of colors and odors–manure, hay, wood smoke. Today is different from yesterday, as tomorrow will be different from today.

 

                                                              news of her death

                                                              the colors drain

                                                              from the trees

Cattails, summer 2016