My friends and I agree to meet up - its been years since we exchanged meaningful conversations face to face. We greeted each other as if it was only yesterday that we were in high school, preparing to graduate and going off our different paths. Have we really changed all these decades? Except for a few wrinkles and grey hairs, we shared our life's challenges and discover more similarities than differences. But the best was bonding over food, stories and future reunions at this stage in our lives.
Apple trees are heavy with green fruits and because we know how sour it can be, no one gathers the apples. Most of them are falling on the grass, bruised and browning for the birds and insects. Early evenings are now cooler as the sun shimmers over veiled clouds, setting earlier than yesterday.
sun is gold-masked coin
behind grey clouds - crickets sound -
echoes of the past
Posted for dVerse Poets - Haibun Monday, Sounds of Koorogi, Hosted by Victoria C. Slotto.