Windows open on a June morning. The scent of burning leaves. The neighbors are doing their yard clean-up. Surely an autumn smell these burning leaves. Yet the scent…wafting on the warm breezes instead of cool ones… seems right and not out of time.
Father’s Day
whipping cream
for an eggnog
Modern Haiku, summer 2011
4 comments:
A very nice and concise haibun, Adelaide...
Thank you, Frank. I appreciate your comments.
Adelaide
so enjoyed this; love the surprise turn the haiku takes
much love..
Hi Gillena and thank you. It's good to break from tradition now and then.
Adelaide
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