Here, are two, then three, then four, then two again. Here, atop a settling foundation and slightly slanting floors, are family dinners, friends, love, and tears. Here, the venerable oak tree stands tall, shading and shadowing, though the swing set that stood beside it is long gone–and here, decades-old daffodil bulbs still bloom. Generations of mockingbirds have sung through summer nights perched on the new greenery of aged trees. Here is home, where amidst clutter and dreams, cats gaze from windows–then look within.
blooms and snowflakes fall
drift through Earth’s revolutions–
ghosts sing to living
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a haibun “that takes in the natural landscape of the place you live.”