Haibun: Rising

The sun, rising, turns the sky white and yellow. The chill November air trembles in the dawn-light. The dusky blue silhouettes of the tall trees stretch toward that distant fire. How beautiful when a tiny bird flies across the panorama of the horizon! With a heart of prayer, I begin a journey toward the divine.

my dog is sleeping at home in her plush, warm bed –dreams of happiness!

November Amber Ridge