Today’s Napowrimo.Net prompt is to write a haibun, which combines prose and haiku.
Sliding out the side door, you step onto the deck to smell spring. Worn wood tells the tale of quiet days reading in the sun. Summer soon shows up. Before you set up the patio furniture, tulips have come and gone. Lilies crowd around each other comparing their outfits and gossiping. Before the sunburn cools, a brisk autumn breeze rustles the foliage and reminds you how quickly time flies.
Branches, grass clippings, leaves and
No promise of s’mores.