Haibun

The woman who ironed our clothes on the farm was with us when we visited the patch of forest we cut for lumber. I thrilled with unspeakable elation when she told me there was an easier way to say “the day before today,” and “the day after today.”  I’ve never forgotten how to do it.

Horizons open

Small seedlings sprout  in rich earth

Birds herald the spring

 

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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