Haibun: Desert Grass
Standing complete, standing with enthrallment, she looks off. Her youngest pulls her hand to start walking again, but she doesn’t budge. Lost to the smile the tugging stops.
Her full day intoxicates the evening breeze, it is the soil and seed flecks on her hands that planted every ounce of delight in this warm spring breeze. But it is the delight in her face that the breeze stays present to as each line of her is traced from head to toe.
why’ve the hills turned gold?
desert grass unfolds, all ‘round.
spring, spring, spring abounds
More Haiku at:
https://andhaiku.blogspot.com/2019/04/desert-grass.html
Her full day intoxicates the evening breeze, it is the soil and seed flecks on her hands that planted every ounce of delight in this warm spring breeze. But it is the delight in her face that the breeze stays present to as each line of her is traced from head to toe.
why’ve the hills turned gold?
desert grass unfolds, all ‘round.
spring, spring, spring abounds
More Haiku at:
https://andhaiku.blogspot.com/2019/04/desert-grass.html
