Day 40 Alone — Haibun Journey View From My Window

I look out the window searching for signs of life. The sky is a steely blue gray. The trees are bare except for three squirrel nest an old wind torn nest. No squirrels or birds to be seen or heard. There is no traffic in the street. I wonder if some cataclysmic disaster has occurred and I am left alone. Maybe, I should not be left alone with my imagination for too long.

white ash falls
trees black and barren
no animals stir


imagination stirs
with nothing insight
alone too long