I have never tried a haibun before. After studying many different ways to do them, I am hoping this is actually a haibun. I did poem, prose, poem, prose.
The Beauty of It All red yellow gold glistening beauty sparkling dew falling floating winds blowing rustling paths through the woods morning sun rising new day lighting evening darkness hovering covering moon glowing through the trees revealing beauty of autumn leaves God forever painting like a canvas ever changing natures majesty Early in the morning, walking up the rocky hill, taking in the autumn air, I think of the swampy terrain of my past life in the south. Such a difference in climates, from the humid, hot days, but green winters to four pretty seasons of the Midwest with gray winters. Lost in my thoughts of this beauty, My daughter interrupts,”Mom let's go shopping when we are through hiking”. Autumn leaves falling Around corner snow Coats and boots in fashion We head back to the car to get in style. Awe the beauty of it all
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