Haibun

the dead mayfly 

I see my reflection

in the window

Looking out the window, I saw a mayfly dead on the sill; its body so quiet and still.  What were its last moments like?  Did it just go to sleep?  I must imagine it met its end with courage.  Bugs too can be brave.  I couldn’t just leave it there, so I took it outside to rejoin the nature from which it sprang.

the dead mayfly

vanishing 

dark earth