Diana Webb

Painting might be better

to catch this shift miraculous of twilight by twilight caught within one pane. Myriad frames in galleries end on end beyond the elusive horizon could not hold all the skyscapes of solstice at nightfall. Dimming silhouettes of trees. Flit and miss birds. Fork in the trunk where the gold slots through and falls …

words all I have 
lit wicks 
of worn-down pencils

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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 Airspace, Slipping Between and Fragile Horizons. She enjoys running haibun workshops.

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