Haibun by E Klingner

Hoping for a late frost this year as my apple tree is laden with tiny fruit.
The fruit smaller than any previous year   Red and yellow hanging with green gold leaves all casting shadows on the adobe wall.  Quiet beauty here.  I’m sitting on the far side of the patio watching robins and finches, juncos and jays come and go for tasting leaving their mark on each hanging apple.

Frustration this week when tons of Santa Fe Brown stone was delivered
for our driveway.  In error I ordered too much.  Too much was delivered
in a huge truck with a driver who did not know how to handle the load resulting in a bumpy driveway with piles where they should not be.
All this complicated even more when the driver dumped over a ton onto the road.  Hours leading to days with shovel and broom and a new tool – the gravel rake. The workout continues.

could it be
yesterday’s experience
using up too much of today?

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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