Monday, February 3, 2020

Haibun


FADE TO BLACK

I rise early to spend time at the computer:  check e-mail and then check local weather, read news, dawdle, kill time, putting off the serious business of writing.  If I stall long enough my husband will be up, and I’ll leave the computer to make breakfast, begin the day’s chores. Cleaning, laundry, shopping. The writing will wait. Perhaps tonight after dinner. Of course, there’s tomorrow. There’s always tomorrow.

pink, blues, violets
the winter sunset
fades to black

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Tanka

  trees and more trees brush against my window feeling like a bird seeing what it sees when out on a limb Red Lights