A Winter Day Remembrance

haibun poetry

Haibun

Dad’s grave is likely covered. I haven’t seen it since Rob, Mom and I last visited together. She had laid an evergreen wreath with some winter blossom, whose name I never knew. This was before the first serious snowfall of the season.

Has the snow reached as high as the engraved years?

blowing drifts
near the cemetery
passing cars

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photograph by Alexander Mils

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Frank J. Tassone

I fell in love with writing ever since I wrote my first short story at the age of 12 and my first poem in high school. My free-verse has appeared in the literary e-zine Pif. My haibun has been published in Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online (CHO) and Contemporary Haibun, CHO's annual print anthology. I am honored to be a part of the Image Curve community as a contributing poet.

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