A Haibun: Supine

Midsummer afternoon.  Trees whisper in the breeze. The breeze brings the scent of flowers.  The flowers feed colorful insects cavorting under a wondrous sky.  A sky viewed from the blanket on which I lie supine. 
Midsummer evening
A cloudless sky overhead
Supine under stars

Prompted by dVerse host De’s Quadrille #182: Are You Pining for Poems? and Colleen’s #TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 334, 8/22/23

Published by JJJ Interactive Books

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