Where the Cattails Grow


Morning winds southerly. Thin ice cracking. Rustic smells of clay and earth. Tadpoles proliferate here in springtime. A child’s yellow plastic pail juts out, scarred by winter. Waiting to be found.

Lemon moon painted
on rice paper sky, thinking
it is time for Spring

©2021 S. Michaels
As The Crow Flys – Haibun

image: pxhere.com

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