When Mowing, Mow
Haibun The tractor mower drives toward the pygmy Chinese Maple. The engine’s drone, heard through ear protectors. The stiff steering wheel, gripped in gloved hands. The long grasses stretch to the sun. solstice beside...
Tagged: grass
Young Artist’s Patience
Haibun One knee on the grass. One foot on the grass. Frankie’s hands work the eraser over the page. Then he sets the ruler down and draws again. All his complaints about no AC...
Forever Grew
Poem A new day, green and bright Fresh with the greeting Of crisp daylight Mind relaxed, soft and open Feeling the joy Of your own emotion Going outside, excited by life Letting your kite...
