A Haibun: Awaiting the Train

I shiver in the cold Autumn air. It is Sunday morning and I am awaiting the train at a quiet station surrounded by forest. I’m on the outskirts of Berlin heading to Prague. A few deep breaths of fresh, cool air as I gaze over the empty tracks shrouded in mist. The train approaches andContinue reading “A Haibun: Awaiting the Train”

On The Tracks

On the tracks our love was revived;a private compartment;for two.The train, it seems, served to provideambience for ardentpursuit. Diligent planning we had made;for a trip producinglandscape.The scenery would be betrayedby the train’s seducingescape. Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Destiny, prompts us to write a “momento.” A ‘memento’ is a poem about a holidayContinue reading “On The Tracks”