My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday #12 – Beauty in decay
It’s a rainy Tuesday morning near the end of April. A chill wind tosses the willows, shaking young leaves that drip with icy rain. Spring buds and blooms are fearful. The daffodils in the vase have antiqued and their papery petals are crumbling into dust, leaving yellow streaks of redundant pollen on the dining table. The remaining few inches of murky water, tinged with green slime, emit a whiff of decay and the incandescent yellow of fresh heads that once trumpeted the arrival of spring has faded, sagging limply, smudged and sallow on drooping stalks.
trumpets once burnished
are now tattered and tarnished
wrinkled old ladies
© Kim M. Russell, 2016