dVerse Poets: Haibun Celebration

FAIT ACCOMPLI

It might be dead, that tree, but we’ll not know until spring, but for now it’s full of winter-hungry chirping birds, and they’ve seen a baby snail climbing the finger of a twisted brittle twig. And that tree is a piccolo trill of celebration as that baby snail becomes a fait accompli.

The air’s scented fresh
Potted mint froze overnight
Winter’s for sleeping


Written for dVerse Poets “Haibun Monday” celebrations. Photo by Bekir Dönmez on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter

15 responses to “dVerse Poets: Haibun Celebration”

  1. I laughed – my father cut down a deciduous tree not realising it had shed for the autumn/winter. Love that snail.

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  2. A baby snail! Tightly coiled sign of hope?

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    1. One in the same. Birds, you know…

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    1. Psst. I’m a gardener. 😂

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      1. 😂 If you must kill them, drown them in beer. It’s gotta be the way to go!

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        1. I nearly drowned when I was kid. It’s not the easiest way to go. 😂

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          1. Woah! that is terrible. It was not meant to be, thank goodness.😊

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  3. Life is fierce in any season. Good one, Misky! Can you link this up to Mr. Linky? I think the link is still open…

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  4. Love this. Deceptively simple yet a great take on the circle of life.

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  5. TOTALLY Gorgeous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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    1. LOL! Thank you.

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