By my friend, Olde Foole.
25 May 2018 – Haibun: Beech
(for Jennifer Shields)
After redwood, cedar, pine romantic nights –
full moon paper lanterns caught in swaying limbs –
my heart cried out for hardwoods I could lean on.
A lovely nightmare:
setting sun seducing me,
shining through your silks!
Leafing through the constellations’ catalogue,
dreaming oak, mahogany, and walnut dreams –
at least my tortured heart had not renounced all hope.
All my once so fertile soil –
tangled in your roots!
Idiot cicada! Sing your life away!
With no more sense than you I sang, surrendering
my womb as witlessly to passing seed.