Morning in Late Autumn

autumn haibun

Haibun

 

Bare branches stretch toward a gray sky like the gnarled fingertips of a Norse Crone. They sway in sudden gusts of wind. Fallen leaves rattle on paving stones.

A solitary hawk circles above.

The pygmy Chinese maple alone holds dried-out shredded leaves.

brown grass
one single patch of
blue sky

 

more by FRANK J. TASSONE

photograph by Matthew Brodeur

 

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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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