Up and Down

© 2020 Frank J. Tassone

 

We stand on a precipice, nation and world. Fissured by plague and threats to democracy, we are faltering, close to tumbling into an abyss. Is this the beginning of the end? Or merely a ripple in the waves of time? I leave the angry and weary voices to walk, looking for beauty in the bright colors around me. A chipmunk scurries by. Deer shyly graze, turkeys strut through the long grass, and blackbirds give a trilling chink as they fly overhead.

I watch the sun rising over the river, making it sparkle. It know it’s physics, but I can also see the magic. We need both.

 

bare branches turn green,

brown leaves fall into river–

past floats to future

 

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©️Merril D. Smith 2020

A Haibun for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Haibun prompt, using Frank Tassone’s photo at the top for inspiration, and my photo at the end.

 

 

 

47 thoughts on “Up and Down

  1. That image of standing on the edge of a precipice is so relevant. Everything else is busy doing what it always does, but only we have the struggle with should I, ought I, what if. And then the haiku. Perfect end and clarification 🙂

  2. Your poem is erfect in so many ways, most importantly how it touches the heart and head. We can have both physics and magic, the past and the future. Like you (and many others) I find some refuge away from the angry voices in Nature.

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