April 7

Though winds crack old limbs and send buckets rolling into the unknown, though nighttime temperatures dip below freezing, the sun is warm, its golden light shines the afternoon. And gazing out upon rolling contours of yellow fields I see subtle shades of green.

evening songs

cello breathing wordless notes

new life moves my pen


©️2018 Ontheland

In response to Carpe Diem #1405 New Life, I have written an ‘extreme’ haibun which can consist of no more than 55 words.

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