Who knows the mind of a melon, sweet or mild or tart? When the storm has spent its fury and the earthquake stops to stare at man's humiliation. When bombs drop no more, when chatter is not the noise of teeth in a winter's spell. And angels wings fold like a bud unfurled.
dewdrops on a leaf
in dawn's silence; earlier
is when it happens
© gillena cox 2026
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"Who knows the mind of a melon, sweet or mild or tart?" I absolutely love your opening line. Ha! Who knows?
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Your opening line hooked me, Gillena, and I love the phrase ‘chatter is not the noise of teeth in a winter's spell’.
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Love that melon... great opening
ReplyDeleteThat opening is catchy, Gillena, and the subsequent possibilities filled with sweet hope and a peace to be had. Loved this haibun! 💖
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I really enjoyed your unique examples of silence...the "mind of a melon" and angel wings folded. Beautiful images, Gillena. Oh, how we wish bombs would drop no more!
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