Lush green foliage soaked with mature gold sunlight, hot as summer, but death curls frogs and insects like the promise of cold. The centre of our busy lives lit by mosquito smoke as we say, bone-deep and slow: I love you, it will be ok, oh how I miss you when I’m gone.
So briefly exchange
our most precious insights, to
hold love in the abyss
Day 12: Haibun. I have been curious about this form for a while. Not sure I got it right – a prose poem involving nature that ends with a haiku.
Great piece. I love it.
Really love this one, enjoyed the tightly pack imagery combined with the verbatim at the end of the first stanza. I am fast becoming a Haibun addict! Hope Australia is treating you well and have been thinking of you, Sam 🙂