Moments(Haibun)
Without any hint of mercy,
With these cold december winds now upon us.
Underfoot, the crunch of summer’s dry leaves.
A scent of nature, still breaking down…tickles the senses.
These are subtle reminders of the season.
Trees towering above these winding pathways, are now bare.
Their limbs…naked…stripped, waving…pleading..imploring
as if to the heavens above.
The squirrels playfully dart from tree to tree, across the paths,
stopping only long enough to chatter, playfully tease…entice..call.
as if time could freeze
wandering this paradise
(a)gentle surrender
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