Bjorn challenges us to write a haibun "on any subject that you like. but you should illustrate it with one picture, and let picture prose and haiku complement each other". He asks that the haibun be first person, present. This is my first effort at this style!
I sit by the fire, wine in hand, losing myself in the ever-changing display of flame, thinking of legends and lies, and a life well-lived, remarking on remorse and savoring victories. For the moment, I bask in a magic state of contentment, forgiving myself for mistakes made, accepting that I did the best I knew how at the time. I am, I thought, like the sharp-edged piece of mountain face that falls into a stream and tumbles ever downward, edges smoothed by obstacles encountered in its descent, arriving in the valley well-shaped and polished with the patina of time.
Pristine world of white
beyond frosted window pane
I'm inside, content.