Summer Sunshine (Haibun)
Walking through Rovereto, with its high walls and cold wind, I was going to the train station. Passing the children off to school, to was going to meet my son who was coming home and would be with us for a week – I couldn’t help smiling. Happy, a song filled my mind and soul – I felt like the world was a better, happier, place to live in. No marching band was there to greet him, at least not one you could see, just the music in my mind. The train rolled in.
cold autumn wind
the train pulls into the station
– summer sunshine
Here’s an example of a classic haibun written by the famous haiku master, Basho which I found on Hub Pages with a fine article on what haibun is, classically:
I left my rundown hut beside the river during the eighth month of 1684, placing my trust in my walking stick and in the words of the Chinese sage who said: “I pack no provisions for my long journey — entering emptiness under the midnight moon.” The voice of the wind was oddly cold.
I’ll leave your heart exposed
to cold, piercing winds
I’m submitting this second poem today at OctPoWriMo for the prompt: “Inspiration from the Poets Who Went Before…”