One of my haibun

Work boots

The narrow lane leads to the abandoned farmhouse, hidden behind blackberry bushes. The fence is still recognizable. The gateposts are leaning sideways, the gate is rusting and falls apart.

The roof beams can be seen between broken slates and tufts of grass. Flaking white colour matures on the walls.

A holy figure is faintly visible behind the dust- and spider web covered window panes. Swallows announcing spring, have built their nest under the gutters. The wooden door, in faded red, opens for the midday sun.

Inside there is a dresser with broken crockery; a table with a mass leaflet on top, dating from Christmas 2007; a crossword puzzle, which has not been finished; and a chair with three legs.

The fireplace seems long unattended.

Leaning against the stone wall - a pair of boots, encrusted with mud.

lonely remnants

a snail leaves traces

on worn leather