November enters in darkness filled with rain clouds and violent winds. Leaves forming a patchwork coverlet on lawns. Darkness and decay embrace.
The willows stand sadly, hairless and lonely in the meadow of death. Safe for a few pines here and there, wind whistles through bare branches mockingly.
She cuts the stems of the flowers to avoid having them bow in the wind like rag dolls and places them on her loved one’s bed, still feeling the sting of grief.
(troiku)
raindrops blend
sense of decay and lost souls,
shimmering tears
raindrops blend
fallen leaves await
resting for a season
sense of decay and lost souls
echoing ancient tales
in eerie silence
shimmering tears
catch the light
mourning moon
© Tournesol ’18/11/04
Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille. I have termed a haibun with this new form, a troibun.
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
I am liking your troibun😊. Love the idea of the quilt with strewn autumn leaves. I could see it. A nice write.
Pat
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Thanks so much, Pat 🙂
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I feel your warm tears in these words.
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Ah thank you for your kind words, Janice. I have about 5 of your comments that went to spam, so forgive me for the late response.
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