I grab my coffee, because essentially I am a steam engine at heart. My notebook, because ink is fuel. I am not going far, but these things are important for the journey. The ruffling of the ash and the mesquite and the flowering plum are my playlist. A hummingbird joins my sojourn, but only briefly. She has places to be. Only the clouds and my indigo fingers mark my hours. My destination is here. My arrival time is now.
the trees whisper songs,
spring their tales to a sky
still waiting for the snails.
Hai, there. Due to a two-day “sigh-graine” (sinus headache plus migraine), I missed Haibun Monday over at dVerse. Catching up today.