Haibun Mother
in the woods getting lost is a bliss,tall trees like mothers welcome me in their scoops, giving off comfort in my waning sense of insecurity,shrubs give tiny berries cool like candy under the blazing sun,to soothe avid soul; on arrival there's an all-pervading tranquility, the wonderful sagacity of nature,smell of petrichor earth, brings forth mother's breastfeeding, the sauce of my upbringing,as time passes on evening sets in, under the placid moon i discover the footprints of my life....
a creaky night-bird
roves the canvas sky in woods
paints my mother's face
haibun Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mick Talbot
DOE: 06/25/2018
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