The Path
Walking through the birch trees we talk of our children and our work. Which for me is one and the same. We talk of haiku, of Shakespeare, of religion. And I wonder if I will ever be more than words.
goodnight kiss
a sliver of moonlight
across her hair
Beautiful haibun, Tia. I could relate to this very well. Thanks for writing it!
This is really lovely. It’s so easy to slip quietly into this moment when you’ve had those walks, talks, and of course the goodnight kisses.
A very moving & thought provoking piece. Beautiful!
Very moving. Thank you.
Beautiful, Tia. I could relate to this also. lovely to read outloud.
Wonderful! Thank you.
Clearly, you are more than words! Thank you for sharing this beautiful piece.
Very nice understated haibun!