|Prospect Park, NYC|
Hills undulate gently upon a greensward necklaced by chestnut, white poplar, and oak, where children's laughter and songbirds fill the air above Long Meadow; unheard by the jogger as he labors past, eyes focused straight ahead. Teenage boys toss a football, shirts inside-out instead of skins as wind's picking up and winter's a tease a way, fall's labor crunching beneath their tennis shoes. Silhouetted, the trees stand vulnerable, bare but for a few golden leaves unable to provide protection for a couple's final, farewell kiss.
The chestnut, poplar, and black oak brace for wind's bitter kiss
tastes of goodbye upon brittle, fallen leaves.
by Margaret Bednar, March 1, 2016
an excellent link explaining the true nature of a haiku... "A Philosophy of Haiku" and what I can understand of Haibun is a prose written paragraph in a "concise, imagistic haikai style and has one or more haiku after it... ?
.. not sure my paragraph is "haikai" in style but it is what it is :)
I have walked Prospect Park in Brooklyn a number of times and there is always so much to observe.
Linked with "dVerse - Haibun Monday #8"
also linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - The Tuesday Platform"