Haibun

Beneath the golden rays of a late afternoon, she stands in her garden, a sanctuary of blooming success. Each flower, a testament to her labor, unfurls in vibrant hues, singing stories of patience and perseverance. The air is rich with the scent of ripeness—figs and herbs, a bounty earned through time’s resolve.

Alone but not lonely, she savors the purple, blue and red berries of her journey, each moment a celebration of self-reliance. The soft rustle of leaves dance around her, a symphony of solitude. Here, in her cultivated haven, she finds her trained Hawk the perfect reflection of discipline, a snail the reminder that true wealth is not merely material but deeply rooted in time with one’s spirit.

Weeding is more than
Wasting time! Roots through darkness— 
Brings up rich soul soil.