Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Haibun





AT THE BEACH 

The wind picks up. We sit closer, wrap a blanket across our shoulders. Enough hot coffee in the thermos for a half cup each. His hand finds mine. I keep my eyes looking ahead to the horizon where ocean meets sky. Pink, rose, mauve, peach. Mustn't blink or turn away. Mustn't look into his eyes; I'll miss the sunset. I'll miss what we came for. Mustn't…

slow to star shine
sloshing waves bring the tide
and a warning
                                 
Contemporary Haibun Online

Monday, July 6, 2020

Tanka



I was young
hesitant to leave home
until you came
I grew into certainty
and the boldness of love
Tanka Origens

Haibun

CHRISTMAS EVE     The  Feast of the Seven Fishes. My mother serves baccala (salt cod with tomatoes),lemon sole. and fried smelts. These are ...