#Haiku Happenings #3: Nick of Haiku for Living’s latest #haibun!
handed over with a grin
It was the light which first alerted our world to strangeness: dim, muted, brownish. Then the sun, a small eye, orange-red and baleful. The clouds were a greyish beige, still and portentous. No wind yet, though storm threatened. Waiting for the climax, the final throe. The copper beech, back-lit; the hoot of a train in the stillness; a falling leaf. People stopping and pointing at that sun, not understanding. Talk in the street: the like had never been seen. Something was happening.
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