Waves of fallen leaves
Being chased by autumn gust
A moving quilt
Twin maples now stand naked
Undressed for fall
No doubt undergoing their
Syrup making phase
It is the oddest thing still,
to get a whiff of maple syrup
Untouched by humans come spring
After these many years,
This amazes me still

blue smoke curls
around burning log
telling tales

Pat R



Thotpurge Micropoetry Month

* Photo of a wall of a building Downtown Brooklyn painted mat black and the artist add these doodles. The whole facade, top to bottom, looks like scribbling on chalk board. But this is far from temporary. Fascinating! !


17 responses to “Haibun

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  2. Lovely words.
    Scents smells odour stay with us oft until the day we die.
    My first remembered smell is of the odour of the underground German military hospital on the island of Guernsey I visited when 8 or 9, Thinking of it, I can smell it now, 57yrs (yikes!) on.
    Anna :o]


    • That is amazing. And what an experience, I’m sure it wasn’t pleasant. Nobody ever consciously thinks “smells” can help define who we sre. The mind is the master of us all, isn’t it. Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment.


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