NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 12 – haibun

April in the ATL

City in a forest, here more like forest than city. Some trees still display their naked trunks against the sky. Others, more modest, begin to don frilly scanties of new leaves, still golden or new green. Some azaleas still flame their magenta, while other blossoms, browned out, prepare already for next year’s show. Pansies still rival the sunlight, not yet suffocated by the heat of the day. Long shadows on the sequined darkness of the water. Distant rush of traffic and above the trees, a tiara of tall buildings.

Trembling morning still
awaiting coming burnout–
summer’s longer days