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.
cello breathing wordless notes
new life moves my pen
In response to Carpe Diem #1405 New Life, I have written an ‘extreme’ haibun which can consist of no more than 55 words.