Haiga

Haigaonline,spring 2013
part of a series, Spring in the Valley

Haiga

Haigaonline, spring 2013
part of a series, Spring in the Valley

Haibun

                                                          My Winter Muse 

You flit in and out, teasing me with promises, freezing up or vaporizing like mist all too quickly.  I search for you in the woodlands.  The trees naked and dark under a slate colored sky.  Branches and limbs tossed and tangled on the woodland floor. Last year’s leaves sticking to patches of old snow.

Horses in a muddy field wearing blankets, one a bright blue and gold plaid, glowing in the cold winter sunlight.  Beyond that field, another.  Dairy cows, their black and white hides splattered with mud.  Uncaring, except for munching bales of hay spread on a raised platform.

Rain and more cold.  The singing stream chokes up at an ice dam where a tree has fallen. 

                                                        sleepless hours

                                                     listening for words
                                                         in the wind
Contemporary Haibun On-line
August 2013