Haibun
the incisive December winds blow with lancet chill of the arctic cold
through the snow-laden boughs of the defoliated trees, frozen long
in dementia down to the roots, forget once they have been green,
nesting the summer birds, all disappeared in some unknown verdant
pastures beyond the misty horizon from where driving the drifting
cloud clumps the northern zephyr comes whistling and playing in the
winter flute the carol tunes implying Christmas is in the air where my
mind that floats like the feathers of the departed far-away birds in
the ether of joy, filling my heart’s cornucopia with the memorable
moments of the happy times, I’ll share with you all, so from the edge
of the fading year when the new sun will rise with our hearts filled
with hope and bliss we shall embark on another journey on the garden
path, at the end of which
the splendor of dew
shines on bronzed grass of meadow
future green canvas
December 14, 2019
Contest : December Or January Haibun
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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