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

17 Responses

  1. Garry Eaton Says:

    Terrific haibun!

    hunting party
    wolf boy struggles to keep up

  2. mpaone Says:


  3. Peggy Bilbro Says:

    Excellent! Both prose and haiku perfect.

  4. Rise Daniels Says:


  5. martin1223 Says:

    blinking mannequins
    in the window display

  6. martin1223 Says:

    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.

  7. Jaime Manwani Says:

    Very lovely.

  8. Peggy French Says:

    Excellent piece, I really enjoyed it a lot!

  9. Marie Shimane Says:

    this field
    this past year

  10. Magyar Says:

    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.

  11. yfm Says:

    the heart
    after such a loss

  12. Jan Dobb Says:

    Yes indeed!

  13. Bob Lucky Says:

    Nice haibun.

  14. janewilliams Says:

    Truly beautiful.

    perennial daydream
    choosing this path not that

  15. Anna Goluba Says:


  16. Shelly T Says:

    I might make it more immediate:
    voices echo
    deep in woods
    lives we might still lead

  17. whiprwill Says:

    Thanks for the responses!

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