Tempest

Haibun Poem
Syracuse wind chime in back sings. Outside light flashes on.
The wind blows on and on.
Soon, I’ll step out into it. Shudder at the thought
hot bite of oatmeal—
last memory of warmth
this morning
Photograph by Liming Huang






Syracuse wind chime in back sings. Outside light flashes on.
The wind blows on and on.
Soon, I’ll step out into it. Shudder at the thought
hot bite of oatmeal—
last memory of warmth
this morning
Photograph by Liming Huang