Tagged: passing

new year poem 1

The Old Year

Poem   2015 is wearing thin: Like a rag scraping Across the kitchen floor One last row of stitching left Grey with grime and grease. The old year’s like a horrible old woman creeping...

Contemporary Haibun Today, Time 0

Passing

Contemporary Haibun Poem   The mid-afternoon sun rests along the top of the Ramapo Mountains. The patio shines in a brilliance unobstructed by leafless maple trees. Mira and I sit at the table, taking...