Haibun Postcard: from Pullman City Cemetery
Sweeping across dirt, the cold breeze tugs at brown, waterlogged leaves. It rained yesterday. Small red berries, like bits of melon, glisten in the grass. Swinging up and down in a tree hollow, glossy spiderweb remains spiderless. Moss makes a home of each tombstone, green swaths of chlorophyll re-colonizing granite. Birdsong tangles with tree branches and their shadows as sun warms the dark soil of farmers’ fields outside cemetery gates.
wind seems to say:
witness this imperfect renewal,
this release of shared breath
December 11, 2020
Aidan Barger is an EcoArts Intern and a Creative Writing Major. See his full profile here.