The haibun prompt at dVerse today is to tell why we write the poems we write — our subject matter or style. Here’s my take:
I find my poetry in the seams of life — frontiers; transitions; where doors close or open; where meadow meets woods; where summer meets autumn; where love turns to hate, or worse, to apathy; where middle years meet old age.
fields become stubble
the moon rises silent, gold
the mouse is not safe
– Sarah Russell
Note: The photo was taken last fall, mid-afternoon, in Lederer Park in the center of State College, PA — the place where I walk with my dog every day. We were on a path across a grassy picnic area leading into an arboretum, traffic not a hundred yards away.