Spring Deferred


It’s usually warmer here. Mira has spent many happy moments seated at this bench, soaking in the sun.

Late afternoon shadows fall. A breeze rustles the endless dried oak and maple leaves still on the ground since Autumn. Just enough chill to remember that Spring is yet to come.

Whatever the calendar says.

fluttering needles
shining on our faces
afternoon sunlight


photograph by Olesya Grichina

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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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