the moon is half drum as night unspools threads of velvet. i love to watch the blue hour of sunset and inhale the fragrance of pines. tonight, i cannot go outside as its below zero and very chilly. last friday, after my hubby and i had dinner at the vietnamese restaurant, i saw an old man with full beard of white. he is homeless from the way he carried paper bags of stuff. he also looked unkempt and struggled to walk along the sidewalk. above, the sky was an endless map, empty of stars. when I last glanced back at the old man, he has disappeared in the cold night.
fresh snow on browning leaves-
dusk comes charging, a grey horse
belching clouds of white
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday - Hosted by Kanzensakura ~ This is our last Haibun before we take our 2 week holiday break in December.