Lost on the trail
A haibun collaboration
I feel lost without you tonight, even as I walk on familiar ground. No storms present overhead, but one swirls inside the mind.
As dark approaches
hearts thud in primal fear of
lurking predators
A full moon glow illuminates the smoky November sky, but it’s the most shifty of guides. I need your warm earthiness to ground me, to remind me of what is real. I feel lost without you tonight, as reality plays hide-and-seek with the imaginary.
Every whisper of wind
pulls nightmares from deep within —
reality fades
Return. Hold me in a calm embrace. Lead me home.
Scent trail leads seeker
unerringly towards home —
tails wag in welcome
This haibun is part of the Hands in Haibun collaboration. The prose was written by Rachel B. Baxter. Visit the original post at:
