Many years ago I was in China teaching English and had the opportunity to travel around the country. I found these 2" clay figures, or "mud men" as they are called sometimes, in a dusty little shop in Tianjin. The art form goes back to the 19th century, when they were made for bonsai and miniature gardens. I am enchanted by the expressions on these gentlemen's faces. Their conversation, whether it is on poetry or philosophy or the recent rain, is so animated I lean in to overhear.
during spring rain
have you another story?
our tea grows cold
I am posting haibun, or haiku + photo + short prose, every day in April as part of National Poetry Month. See what others in the kidlitosphere are doing here. Enjoy a little extra poetry today!