Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday – “January” (posted by Kim)
“There is an overall feeling of emptiness, which is reflected in the January skies: they are grey, there are no birds and, at the moment of writing, hardly a breeze.”
I walk concrete streets cast in cloud, dotted now by dead
Christmas trees awaiting burial. There they lie, prostrate
amongst plastic garbage pails–their hats blown into the street–
bulging bags of cracked brown leaves, and cardboard boxes
empty of gifts.
January has done its bidding–driven out the old year.
Few wait eagerly for February to take its place.
animals with stores of food
await green Spring