I have chosen to use dewdrop as the prompt for this week’s Ligo Haibun. Please join in this excellent challenge. I have chosen to make a piece of fiction together with a haiku.
The garden was a melodic haven as birds were singing its praise to the greenery of May. Sun-rays filled the grass with emeralds as millions of sparkling dewdrops made him, for a few moments, the richest man in the world. He took off his shoes and walked across the lawn to the garden shed, where he’d left his scythe. The family in the house, still sleeping, would never feel the transition from sleep to final rest, as tangerine and crimson tongues licked the gauze curtains in the kitchen window. Now he could finally rest after a short night of harvest. A cawing crow signalled the start of another day.
even the dewdrop
sparkling in the morning sun
cannot stop death
May 31, 2013