Haibun for a summer’s day


We took a picnic across the meadow, stepping carefully to avoid the cracked earth and the vole tunnels, to our picnic table beneath the big plum tree. We ate pan bagnat, plums sun-hot from the trees, and the first blackberries. We listened to a red kite screaming at a buzzard, the robins’ war cries, the soft plop when a ripe plum hit the grass. A hot breeze riffled through the leaves, and for a few moments, there was nothing else.


a moment of peace

wherever it falls.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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