at the end of the light
when the day ends. i have the dangling glow of the big dipper. i am watching stars whose light has traveled all day to meet me. turning around on the path i cant see the road. only black holds my eyes. keen senses will have to guide me.
i linger with slow breaths
in the woods
2 thoughts on “Haibun 109”
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #4: Mike Rehling’s #haibun 109
different person, different experience, different rendering, but snowy woods.