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
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
Terrific haibun!
hunting party
wolf boy struggles to keep up
Nice!
Excellent! Both prose and haiku perfect.
Wonderful!!
blinking mannequins
in the window display
murmuration
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.
Very lovely.
Excellent piece, I really enjoyed it a lot!
fallow
this field
this past year
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.
_m
fallow
the heart
after such a loss
Yes indeed!
Nice haibun.
Truly beautiful.
perennial daydream
choosing this path not that
Magical.
I might make it more immediate:
voices echo
deep in woods
lives we might still lead
Thanks for the responses!