I take my tea (with milk) and nestle into the corner of my retro couch. This has always been the perfect view of the front yard, my little piece of nature. My mind wanders from the bleak, bare limbs of the ancient maple to my own melancholia. I think about words wasted, stirring in minds but never poured. Why?
The lyrics of an R.E.M. song somehow find their way into my head again, uninvited. “Oh no, I’ve said too much. I haven’t said enough”. The anthem repeats until I welcome the squawk of two feisty blue jays. I listen to the chatter of simple souls, exposed. The clouds spit by fits and starts against my window only to remind me of all things voiceless and vague. Droplets run and merge with each other, twisting and turning along the glass. Conversations of the past rehash and play to the unsteady beat of the rain. I open the door to breathe in sweet spring. I have no patience for puzzles.
Secrets, too heavy to fly
Truth soars with the wind
Toni’s prompt for Haibun Monday is related to communication or the lack of it. There is still time to join in at dVerse!