Haiku: winter

 

an icy blue sky

clear to the horizon

my calendar empty 

heavy snow

we watch old movies

in black and white

bus stop

the winter dance

of cold feet

Cattails

Modern Haiku

Heron’s Nest

Haibun: Center Stage



I’m shy,  a little overweight and wear glasses.  I’m eleven years old.  I’m smart, but I don’t raise my hand in class.  I don’t volunteer to read aloud.  I don’t want to be included in a school play, even as the narrator reading from a script.  I’m not like my older sister who relishes being center stage.  When appointed to be the narrator, I’m too scared to object. I practice reading the lines at home, again and again.  My sister is my audience.  Rehearsals go smoothly; there’s only the teacher and the other kids in the play.  On the day of the show, there’s lots of encouragement from the teacher and big sis, but now there is an audience.

“You have to do it,” my sister says

“You do it,” I say.  I give her the script and go sit in the back of the auditorium. 

She does it beautifully, not merely reading the narrative, but reciting it from memory.

spring snowfall

daffodil buds delayed

another day

One Hundred Gourds, March 2012