Haibun - The Spirit Clad
The Spirit Clad
It has been said that in November, the veil
between worlds turns gossamer. As I walk
in the woods, a peculiar chill seeps into my
marrow, kept warm by the spirits. I wear
this during the month of transitions - of
births, of deaths - in my family.
North wind --
a rusted scythe
shreds the clouds
It has been said that in November, the veil
between worlds turns gossamer. As I walk
in the woods, a peculiar chill seeps into my
marrow, kept warm by the spirits. I wear
this during the month of transitions - of
births, of deaths - in my family.
North wind --
a rusted scythe
shreds the clouds