Fallow
I always wondered who planted them in the neighboring field, a double row of yellow daffodils, up each spring, winding toward nothing, as if arriving at an invisible porch, invisible house.
voices echoing
deep in woods
lives we might have lived
April 5th, 2019 at 12:42 pm
Terrific haibun!
hunting party
wolf boy struggles to keep up
April 5th, 2019 at 12:49 pm
Nice!
April 5th, 2019 at 1:09 pm
Excellent! Both prose and haiku perfect.
April 5th, 2019 at 1:11 pm
Wonderful!!
April 5th, 2019 at 1:27 pm
blinking mannequins
in the window display
murmuration
April 9th, 2019 at 3:49 pm
When I read the line “lives we might have lived’ I thought of “The After Hours’ on Netflix Streaming, The Twilight Zone: Season 1 Episode 34.
April 5th, 2019 at 1:45 pm
Very lovely.
April 5th, 2019 at 3:19 pm
Excellent piece, I really enjoyed it a lot!
April 5th, 2019 at 5:06 pm
fallow
this field
this past year
April 6th, 2019 at 9:55 am
Grand_! Too, as thoughts echo from each blossom, a new sense of life; nature's lead.
we fallow
through this earth's new blooms
each thought.
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April 6th, 2019 at 1:38 pm
fallow
the heart
after such a loss
April 11th, 2019 at 11:44 pm
Yes indeed!
April 6th, 2019 at 10:19 pm
Nice haibun.
April 7th, 2019 at 2:00 am
Truly beautiful.
perennial daydream
choosing this path not that
April 8th, 2019 at 4:59 am
Magical.
April 10th, 2019 at 12:50 pm
I might make it more immediate:
voices echo
deep in woods
lives we might still lead
August 4th, 2019 at 3:14 am
Thanks for the responses!