Image by Anja Partin
The mother and child looked at me across the wasteland between them and me.
The autumn leaves swirled around her ankles, the child cling desperately to her mother. The mothers bare feet shuffle amount the leaves, she looks so vulnerable as if expecting the worst from me.
My journey to this village had been a had trek across mountain ranges, ducking and weaving among the mountains to avoid outlaw gangs who would have seen me as containing an elixir of life what with the medical supplies I held in the ruck sack on my back.
I knew the coming winter would be an arduous time for me, for these villagers it must be the ultimate in hardship.
The woman continued to watch me; apprehensive as I set down my backpack and drew out a bottle of water to sip on as I surveyed the place I was in.
The woman’s eyes were blue, her daughter was I concluded ill, as she said nothing, no cries, little movement, just her arms flung around her mothers shoulders, her one piece of protection in a world that offered little hope or future.
Knee deep autumn leaves
Humanity betraying eyes
Beauty kept hidden
Written for: http://haibunthinking.wordpress.com/2014/10/21/haibun-thinking-october-21st-2014/
Morpethroad 
Brava, dear Michael, brava! I absolutely love the creative and emotional energy in your haibun and haiku, simply outstanding my friend! xx
Thank you Penny, you comment is very flattering, i do appreciate your thoughts.
Most sincerely said, Michael!
That’s awesome Michael. Very moving.
Thanks Al. Hope you have a good evening.
You’re welcome, and you too.
I love working with this form–it’s perfect for those of us who write both prose and poetry. And your prose is so poetic, Michael.
Thank you Victoria, I appreciate your encouraging comments.
Very moving!
Hello Brenda thank you for dropping by.
My pleasure. I am so happy to see these again.
they fit together perfectly, Michael.
Thank you so much Lyn.
Sad, but also beautifully written Michael.
Thank you Jenny, appreciate your comments as always.
Welcome Michael.
Beautifully written Michael .. very moving!
Thank you Georgia.
Beautifully sad.