Haibun for mid-winter

For the dverse prompt.

In this cold heart of winter nothing is red except the robin’s breast. White the bladed grass rimed with frost, heron-grey the heavy sky and black the tree boughs. But look beneath the crisp-layered leaves, and seeds are already shooting, so frail, pale as underbellies, yet spring colours in the making.

Beneath a sky of flying
flakes jays and rootling pigs
plant oak forests .


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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.

18 thoughts on “Haibun for mid-winter”

      1. Shoulder to shoulder then 🙂 I don’t think that anyone with either common sense of compassion can fail to be desperate about what we’re doing to this planet and ourselves.

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