In January, the soothsayers emerge to remind us of who we are—frail humans who sometimes lose their way.
Nostradamus, Baba Vanga—the prophets of doom contemplate the world’s events still to unfold in 2023. From solar storms, nuclear explosions, and an impending invasion from aliens, the seers share their visions of the cataclysmic destruction of the world as we know it.
I always smile when these predictions don’t come true.
dreams of snowflake stars promises of things to come hope—the glow of truth
© Colleen M. Chesebro
This week we’re writing haibun with Kim at the dVerse Poet’s Pub where we’re writing about our feelings towards this New Year and/or what we do in the first few days of January. We’re to write in no more than three short, tight paragraphs, followed by a traditional haiku that includes reference to the season.