Diana Webb

Kintsugi of the Horizon

The winter sunrise performs its alchemy on the heights of the tallest frosty tree which turns pure gold as slowly a ripple along adjacent canopies touches every topmost twig. Rumpelstiltskin lurks. What princess would not risk her all to hide behind a fan like this?

lemon drizzle
with each crystalline taste
a stab of recall

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About the Author

Diana Webb edits the Time Haiku journal and runs a haiku group in Leatherhead, Surrey, England, where she lives. Her recent books include Slipping Between and Fragile Horizons. She enjoys running haibun workshops.

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