Friday, July 24, 2020

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