Weird Couplets for Ending the Year

Reasonable weather will come, and it will go.
Why weather does the things it does, who can ever know?
 
  
What’s the point of running when running’s such a pain?
By running from your problems, what do you hope to gain?
 
  
A newborn calf and camel are nuzzling the same cow.
Despite its humpy little back the desert beast knows how.
 
  
A legion of angels, if I should insist,
Will stay by my side until they’re dismissed.
 
  
I have no interest, darling, in dragging out this year.
It’s almost gone—good riddance! Do I make that clear?

 
  

Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Haibun: Wisdom Is Waiting

I am following a path that leads, they say, to Willow Woman, who stands in solitude. How will I find her? Stooped and ungainly? Or singing songs that she learned from her ancestors? Songs of leaf and twig. Songs of root and branch. Songs of drought and disease. In the absence of answers to my questions, I keep moving, as I have done year after year. My one desire—I have no other—is to see Willow Woman at last, for in her, wisdom is waiting.

Autumn afternoon—
in my neighbor’s tiny yard
one red rose still blooms.

 
  

Haibun © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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