Sun was setting on Lake Pontchartrain so I hurried along the road where once a sugar cane plantation stood. Past trees hundreds of years old. I did not expect such solitude. Only a young pelican learning to dive close to shore broke the calm of the lake.
On the walk back I saw a white-headed woodpecker and three deer standing on the fringe of the marsh. The fading light surrounded everything.
rare winter bird calls
hidden in the long branches
to be discovered
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dVerse prompt on solitude
wordshophop 
Great post 😁
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Sounds like a beautiful and inspiring experience. I’ve only heard of this lake in song and it has become one of my favorites, The Lakes of Ponchartrain, probably written by a soldier during the War of 1812. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ad8RVexRUoQ
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Ah, the beauty of solitude. When we find peace within and realize we’re not alone.
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What a lovely place to enjoy solitude. I’ve never been but I know a song by the Irish band Planxty that is about Lake Pontchartrain. Here’s a link to the song.
I would love to see a pelican and a white-headed woodpecker – and I love the rare winter bid hiding in long branches!
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there’s a serenity to your haibun especially the last line, it stops the reader to really reflect on what is surrounding her at that moment
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I like how you incorporated the history in this haibun, by referring to the plantation that place used to be.
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