On the Way to the Pagoda

Greenery pops up along the pebbled path. Wild plantain sprouts rounded gold antennae. Clover and aster unfurling first tendrils. Breathless woodlands. No one at the pagoda, except the brown sparrow, finishing her nest.

Painting backyard fence,
like zen garden, all of time
a microcosm

©2021 S. Michaels
As The Crow Flys – Haibun


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