Category: Haiku_Haibun

I’m sitting on a sofa, glimpsing through the window the clear blue sky with some puffy clouds. One big white cloud is forming over the fir trees, shaped like a large pig, and then slowly drifting westward. After a while, the sky darkens but instantly brightens. The fir branches swing in the breeze. Inside the…

The grass becomes lusher and greener after the summer rain. Fir trees gently sway in the breeze, their shadows side by side, overlaying the lawn like rolling little peaks. In the strong sun, a large green dragonfly circles over the grass. I stand under the eaves and watch as it ignores me, flapping its sparkling…

In a bright room, they sit together for breakfast, their arms linked and smiles shining, lighting up everything around them. The two have a special friendship, like sisters. The older lady is American with short white hair, and the younger lady is originally from China with long black hair. She has lived and worked in…

I am sitting at home the next day, looking at pictures of us and remembering the good times. Last evening, we dined with my husband’s high school classmate, who, along with her husband, drove from Washington, DC, to visit her best friend in a nursing home in Durham. After warm hugs, we stepped into Shiki-Sushi,…

It is the first cool early morning of July; the temperature has dropped to a comfortable level. Many thin gray clouds glide eastward, occasionally leaking light spots. After a while, they stack up to form thick fish clouds, darkening the sky. Nearby, the rushing wind flows through the tops of the fir trees, making the…

When I sat outside the coffee shop, a sparrow flew down onto the chair in front of me. It perched with its back to me, its head darting around. I immediately picked up my phone to capture the moment. I hadn’t been here in a few weeks, and the road outside was under repair, the…

June brings a touch of sadness. I met new friends during the courses; we shared laughter and stories, building bonds that felt unbreakable at the time. But we parted ways when they ended, and most of us may never meet again. The scent of fresh-cut grass and the vibrant colors of summer blooms remind me…