Day 71 — Drifting— Haibun Journey View From My Window

The sun is shining brightly through the windows. The warmth of the beams can be felt through the glass. Long shadows of the trees stretch across the lawn like a lazy summer day. Outside I hear wind whistling and the chur, chur call of the red-bellied woodpecker. I see he has returned to the maple tree. Two fluffy snowflakes chase each other through the air, looking more like white feathers. Searching the skies, I see only a handful more drifting slowly. My attention drifts to other activities, but as I work I keep an ear listening for the woodpecker.

white flowers
drifting in the sunlight
forgotten snowflakes