It’s Haibun Monday at DVerse, and Frank suggests the theme of MEMORY. This was difficult and is more stream-of-consciousness style (so if it sucks, that’s why). It was inspired not only by recent events in my life but by the image that Frank chose to illustrate the original post:
orange leaves floating juxtaposed on navy lake amid faint ripples It is spring; what is with the images of autumn? It seems the seasons have flipped, for the world is upside-down. The concept of "memory" feels too painful to probe. I remember your electrifying touch, yet closer is the searing flame of knowing I will never experience it again. Tears prick my eyes. I remember the last time it rained, and you were there near me with your warmth. It is spring, yet it is a cold and cloudy day, and I shiver. bare tree branches -- what was present now is left crunching underfoot
