Writing through winter

I don’t really get writer’s block. But sometimes I don’t write much, and sometimes I don’t write at all. I’m learning to trust those fallow times. The fields look very bare in winter, but there’s a lot going on deep in that cold earth.

in the dark earth
daffodil bulb planted
waiting out winter

Oh, this is very short. A haibun for Frank at dVerse.

31 thoughts on “Writing through winter

  1. A masterpiece of brevity, and a Haibun it is. I sometimes miss the Six Word poems. For Sale, baby shoes, never worn–Ernest Hemingway.


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