Haibun: Letting Go For Sleep

I don’t really know how to explain it, other than, holding the hand of a scared and tired child, feeling the random squeeze to make sure you are there, only to feel their small hand relax away into sleep. This is how I felt in the coolness of the night on the day I walked on sun soaked stones that were still hot enough to burn. Summer is letting go to sleep.


cool nights now compete,
with stones holding heat, “still burns.”
ebbing for autumn

& Haiku: Ebbing for Autumn