Two Pumpkins: haibun for the ages
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
The pumpkins are already sitting on my porch. "Aren't you getting those a little early this year?" ask my husband, son, daughter. I answer in the negative, later realizing they are right. Circumstances have made of me a paradox this season: an aging person in a hurry for change. It's as if the wind that blows every falling leaf to its final resting place could propel and remove all the unwelcome detritus of my life, as if the browning of summer and spectacular burst of fall color might put an end to this summer of distress, replacing it with orange hues and scarlet splendor. I long for brisker days; cool, crisp air, the scents of wood and spice. And yes, two pumpkins on my porch. In September.
The silent tree waits.
Tired branches loose their burdens.
Swirling leaves flutter.
Assignment: Write a haibun with one paragraph about change,
followed by a haiku.
(A haibun is a prosimetric literary form originating in Japan,
combining prose and haiku.)
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