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Photo © 2017 Jennifer Wagner
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Each
season has its own offering. Spring buds. Summer glows.
Autumn colors. Winter shrouds. In winter, we hold contradictions up to the
waning light, swirl them round the glass, sip.
Our losses are bettered in this reflection, when we can begin to see
what good comes even after the fissured earth cracks again, when what remains
softens, fills.
how
silent now
this
path strewn with jagged stones
a
softening of snow
©
2017 Jennifer Wagner
A lovely haibun ... gently nuanced ... thoughtful and thought provoking.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful work, Jennifer.
ReplyDeleteReally beautiful work--it is gently nuanced and introspective--really gorgeous writing!
ReplyDelete"Shroud", "a softening of snow". The seasons do inspire, especially when it's all this white.
ReplyDeleteYour words make me smile with delight.
Beautiful writing, such a pleasure to read!
ReplyDelete__ Grand haibun Jenn, and your haiku amplifies this entire feeling; each season/day, I peer through different eyes, to see another path.
ReplyDeleteyesterday snow
melts into today's warn path
tomorrow waits
_m
Another season. Time to take it all in. Beautifully crafted.
ReplyDeleteI haven't seen snow in years, living so close to the coast, and not making forays into the hills ~
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