Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Reflections in the Reeds

A breeze weaves through bulrush and cat-tail, carrying the scent of Russian olive trees in bloom. The marsh is alive with flights of redwings, yellow-headed blackbirds and marsh wrens. The sounds of birds and insects are everywhere.

a hawk spirals down
the updraft 

My brother and I used to put in at this very spot. He died two years ago and I remember his quietness, his calm. I miss him. I was always looking for something else. Discontented. I've learned to slow it down, however, enjoy life as it's happening – perhaps I'm becoming more like him. I could do worse. Now if I can paddle the pond on my own. 

in a canoe's wake
the ebb and flow
of clouds

July 2013, vol 9, no 2
Issue of Contemporary Haibun Online 

Just been thinking about Bing, my brother who died a few years back, and decided to post this. 


old pajamas said...

Thanks so much for this..Best wishes...

Warren said...

Thanks - I appreciate your thoughtful reading and comments - you're a friend.


Adelaide said...

I'm glad you posted this. It's a warm and tender memory.


Warren said...

Hi Adelaide - I'm glad you read this and that it touched you. Bing was five years older, five inches shorter, but always my big brother. I loved/love him.