She follows the inspector like a mid-day shadow. He scratches on his notepad, silently walking the perimeter of the weather-beaten house. It leans more towards the river now. She sighs with a heavy heart, not realizing how time and weather has bent the ancestral abode.
weighed memories
sagging shoulders slope
weathered house bows
by the bank
feeder swings on rusted wire
lives perch
© Tournesol ’15
Written for Carp Diem “Weatherbeaten” meme
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
Are you ready to be selling the homeplace? It is a mixed emotions time.
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Actually this is mostly fiction based on what I might be doing. My step father still lives in the home for as long as he wishes. I am glad actually so I can put off a lot of decisions.
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Really a classical haibun – with great first haiku…second too, but find just one haiku sometimes fulfills with a haibun
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True, that one sealed it, I agree; the birdfeeder is such a part of that house and my mom, when I saw the rusted wire, I think that haiku could have stood alone for this prompt.Thanks for taking the time to comment.
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I love the life you have given to the house –
her shoulders sag
feet tread a familiar path
birds still hear her song
maybe the dreaming of what can be is the best part …
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thanks so much! It helps when I am thinking of a real home and ambivalence of what to do in the future:) I feel tired like that house many times.
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I must say that if only one haiku was needed to complete your haibun then my preference would be for the second, which has all the emotion and personalities of the ‘ancestral abode’ but manages to convey it by glancing at something else entirely, something small and inconsequential – very wabi/sabi (one or the other, I can never remember which is which) 🙂
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I totally get what you mean…that second one is wabi/sabi writing and for me that image is very personal. thanks so much for commenting:)
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