Morning dawns with an icy sculpture in the bird fountain. This oddity happens about once a year here in Mesa when the temperture dips into the low thirties. It is a stark reminder of why we live here as opposed to someplace where it snows.
Most of the Arizona Ash trees in the neighborhood are now stripped of leaves by the brisk cold wind. I pass a neighbor who is cursing the trees- ‘I hate these trees, I hate these trees’, because he has to pick up the detritus. For me, the scattered dry leaves on my morning walk are a joy to walk through; a reminder of life and rebirth.
crispy cold morning
wind whistles through barren trees-
sunshine warms my face
©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Another crazy week for me and I am playing catch up. I hosted OLN this week, and am sharing a Haibun written for Frank’s Haibun prompt on Monday- Winter.
dVerse Poets Pub: OLN & Haibun Monday