On ripening of time, lush shrubs lipping ochre bark of perennials have vanished in the thin air. Perhaps somewhere biding their time, anticipating the frolicsome squelch of little galoshes during salubrious times. Leaves ranging from golden amber to tawny and deep brown colours have embarked on their next journey, ceding to the mystical inner quest. What lies ahead of quietus? Apparently, this old fogey perching morosely on top of the bench is ruminating over life’s perfidy. Solitary, brittle and adamantly unmoving.
Modest loam
Hoards seeds of
Lush morn
My first attempt at Haibun goes to #Haikai challenge hosted by Frank J. Tassone and Eugi’s Weekly Prompt ‘Mystical’.
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Amazing, brilliantly penned. The picture, perfect, depicting old age, lost and forgotten. I must admit, I had to look up some words in the dictionary.
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Brilliant haibun and stunning imagery! Wow, the last line of your prose is superb and well as your chosen image. All goes together perfectly.
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Humbled. Thank you so much, Eugenia. 🌻Maybe the leaf has no idea where to move.
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My pleasure! Sometimes, I feel like that leaf.
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We do. And then we fly by the seat of our pants. 👋
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