The Truth About Tigers

Shadows stretch long across the pavement, their edges blurred and soft. As the day’s warmth departs, the cool whisper of night gently arrives with a quiet stillness.

We walk in silence, feeling the embrace of dusk—not dwelling, not raging against the dying of the light, but knowing that this peaceful moment will pass, as all things must. May’s blossoms, in their ephemeral beauty, evoke a silent vigil of memories etched in the heart. Where there is a beginning, an end must follow. With light, darkness. This is the nature of things. It’s okay to smile today.

Twilight whispers soft,
shadows blend with night’s embrace—
the sun bids farewell.

Written in response to Frank’s prompt for Haibun Monday 5/20/24: May Transience

“This week, let’s imbue our haibun with mono no aware. Write on any topic that you like (although bonus points to any choosing one related to May) as long as your haibun embodies that wistful sadness marking the beauty of transience.”

“New to haibun? The form consists of one to a few paragraphs of prose—usually written in the present tense—that evoke an experience and are often non-fictional/autobiographical. They may be preceded or followed by one or more haiku—nature-based, using a seasonal image—that complement without directly repeating what the prose stated.”