Shiver

The days are shorter now,
long shadows of winter falling
across our afternoons
bringing a shiver; a sliver
of moon outshines the muted sun,
and living trees clasp silver leaves
with a last sigh to shelter the dead,
scary faces looming from dusky woods.
We take our chilly evening walks
as calls of geese and owls
meet in the cooling air.

The specter of cold
is balanced by the menace
of a missed sunset.

This “pobun,” a haibun in the form of a poem, was inspired by prompts from DJ Ranch and Word of the Day and shared on GoDogGoCafe and Artistic License.

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