My muse has seduced me again.
You’re the Writer. You’re the only one who can write it.
It’s your responsibility to write it—your duty!
So, here I sit, fingers massaging keys that whisper letters and words—whispers spun into sentences, woven into paragraphs, loved into poems.
bearing gifts
for a barren hillside—
one sprouting seed
swaddled in sheets
of rain
Contemporary Haibun Online, 19.1, April 2023