Outstretched feeble hands, the mournful tree—sighed, my evergreen love.
Self-love can manifest as
returning to nest—at last!
hope flourished anew
Skating on thin ice
snow balanced on treetops—snap!
Sycamore saplingbark obscures future love noteswords carved from heartwood
Neglected flowerbruised petals, its stem snappedlove dyed in black
As night turns to day—a tryst becomes a stay. Clothes strewn across the floor, a breadcrumb trail for Lust to find her way. Sunlight beams through the window and into two lovers’ hearts. A stirring of bodies, a hand glides over another. The electricity of the night before sparks like flint against steel and radiates… Continue reading Haibun: Love to Sin
a crowning bloom amidst stone
I still remember
Wistful father sittinglakeside—in its mirrored eyethe Sun watches over