Blossoming Terrors
The Japanese Maple grew in the center of 52 Holland’s front yard. Its long branches stretch to the sky like a petitioning priest. Its maroon foliage crowns the tree like a lion’s mane. It beautifully fills my bedroom’s picture window by day.
But by night, illuminated by a streetlamp, the tree transforms into a trio of gangsters. Who reach for me through that same window.
new moon night
a streetlight silhouette
crossing my bed
First published in Image Curve
for Poets United Midweek Motif—New Moon
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Frank J. Tassone 
Oooooo. You captured the change so well!
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Thanks, Susan!
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An excellent haibun and haiku. I like the way the tree changes in the different moonlight.
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Thanks, Toni! That tree always scared me at night! 😆
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I’ll bet!
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A very cool description of the transformation….yikes!
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Thanks, Sherry!
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Love it!
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Thanks!
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Beautifully evoked.
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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An excellent Haibun. Love the Haiku too. Perfect. I don’t know why the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde came into my mind 🙂
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Thanks, Sumana. Jeckyll and Hyde seems apt to me!
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Love how the moon transforms the tree Good one
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