M - Meanderings, an attempt at a haibun

I stand just inside the gate, looking at the trail meandering beyond, its dirt glowing ochre under the sun’s light. The grass adjacent sways gently with the wind, each blade pointing to the unpaved track. Behind me, all is quiet – the house silent, empty, dark.

Everything beckons:
step on the path and walk –
a quest for self.


Written for the A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo
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