Lana Hechtman Ayers

Gratitude for What Is Seen & Unseen


a haibun

Sudden moonlight slipping out of night sky’s sleeve of clouds. I want to name it foolhardy, but isn’t it something else? The mirror that holds your beloved’s breath after they’ve gone. The ladybug circling the glass of a sealed window. Lonely frog singing his late autumn song. All of these & also the withered lobelia that no longer velvets our eyes with purple.

remembrance
only a few kisses
of rain