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Category: haibun
In black cherry time
This is what happens as soon as I stop walking, my daily habit: I become habitat.
Sacrificial
Why is it this year that the familiar warbler songs sound like dripping blood or fabric being torn?
What May Come
Where did it come from, this premonition that someday I will be parted from my head?
Water Gap
Train following the river; snowflakes following the train.
Leafless
There’s no denying the appeal of dead trees: they look more human.
Question mark
In a distant field, a white house glows like a sail in the late-March sun.
Premonition
The feeling that something is about to happen, out here where nothing ever happens…
Bell’s Gap
Strolling down the Allegheny Front on an old rail bed. A haibun.
Winter Forest
Visiting Dad’s grave yesterday, I had a strong sense of his absence amid the fundamental indifference of nature.
Coyote Winter
When I stand up, I see the large coyote that’s been watching me—who knows for how long—from 50 feet away.
Vagabond
If I were a tree, head-down in the earth, I’d stretch one toe into the clouds.