Day 347 — Dry Leaves — Haibun Journey View From My Window

I look out my window and see my own yard. The leaves are not as colorful as in Tennessee, in fact the ground is covered in brown dry leaves. I don’t mind though; it is so nice to be home. No matter how great a vacation is it is always great to be back among your own things. Then I remember the refugee’s who cannot return to their homes. I feel sad for them. There must be more that our governments can do. There must be more all of us could do in the area of acceptance. Will we really let people’s lives be blown about and crushed like dry leaves? Will we speak up? Will we step up?

dry leaves scurry
across the still green lawn
winter in the wings