Haibun Shepherd

I walk through the mountains, my staff in hand. I journey on the path that crosses the peaks where winter sits and admires all things new. My sheep being guided by me, who is guided by the stars. I walk where the glacier springs sprout from the ground, where trout spawn their young and the sun glistens off the glass lake top. At night when the moon smiles on sleeping sheep, the dawn seems so distant from new marrow. My staff in hand as I sit on a solid rock that lay view to the open mountainside. I watch my sheep rest under the smiling moon, waiting for the distant new marrow to come.

A shepherd watches

He protects his flock from harm

A prayer for new marrow