GOLDEN COILS

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Just a few months ago golden grasses waved in the stronger breeze of late summer, a preview of the winds to come. The clover and alfalfa were beginning to bloom, sending a heady scent over the nearby country road and our tiny subdivision just beyond the ridge.

But then the grass became hay--golden and dry--and the strands stirring only when a strong gust accelerated over the newly sawn fields. The baler came and formed the crop into a hundred hay bales or more. Now I gaze across the fields and imagine myself climbing over the five-bar gate and sitting upon one of the bales remembering the last of the summer rays. (Yes, already missing summer)

sun-bleached sentinels
grass sweat trapped in golden coils
memory's dry scent

12th gradeautumnnaturenovemberhaibun

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William Kelii Kekaula

November 2, 2025 at 10:09 PM

In Hawaii, our family has acres of various fruits, and young hitchhikers touring the island see our posters in town and villages come by for some quick cash. The fruits are harvested at different times throughout the year: guavas, mangoes, papayas, and lilikoi/passion fruit. Year-round, they come by and help harvest them. Aloha, William.

Paige Hind

November 1, 2025 at 6:40 PM

Sweet nostalgia- enjoyed your memories,

sara Etgen-Baker

November 2, 2025 at 5:41 PM

thank you!

Yann Rolland

November 1, 2025 at 3:32 PM

i spend a lot of summers in country, your poem is like good souvenirs of youth, this is touching and delicate, enjoyed iamges and message have a nice sunday

sara Etgen-Baker

November 2, 2025 at 5:41 PM

thank you, Yann...I'm grateful for your visit and for seeing my poem as 'a good souvenir of your youth. Always enjoy your comments.

Susan Ashley

November 1, 2025 at 10:18 AM

Dear Sara, I adore the vivid yet tender expression of your poem. I was especially struck by the zesty (though tinged with melancholy.. I love the blending of the two..) spirit of the last two lines of prose. Your splendid haiku captures the soul of your prose with wonderful sensory imagery. Your haibun is just beautiful! Warmest wishes, my soulful poet friend.. ~Susan

sara Etgen-Baker

November 2, 2025 at 5:42 PM

thank you, Susan, for your visit and your wonderful accolades for my poem....they mean a lot to me. Have a blessed November,--you are a soulful poet friend as well.