Wednesday

Haibun

When in doubt say ‘yes’ 

November: a month that begins with a syllable of prohibition then slowly denies us colour and warmth. My father's brother has died at 91. This morning’s frost refuses to melt. I watch a day moon swallowed by smoky clouds; leaves shroud the bare earth beneath the apple trees.

But tonight, as if his age and health are no more than a random number, a misconception, my father's voice on the phone so clear, so bright. And the sky beyond the orchard fired by sunset. Yes. Oh yes.

fall
I try
not to





First published in CHO July 2017

2 comments:

  1. Hello,
    I just happened to read your haibun. It is so clear and so very precise. Thank you for sharing

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    1. Thank you so much for your positive feedback, anna9. I really appreciate it.
      Best wishes
      Lynne

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