
Working today from home, I was blessed to be spared braving the winter storm we are having here in Montreal. Although I would normally take public transit, I knew the walk on slippery and some slushy paths would not have been pleasant.
By the end of the day, I could see the rising temperatures had turned the snow to ice. What beautiful images I saw as I admired the bare-branches-no-more, and tiny icicles hanging on like tear drops. I felt elation and a sudden gust of childlike wonder. For long moments, I could feel my grief dissipate, replaced by mild sparks of enchantment.
snow dust
coating bare branches
my grief went away
~
moments of joy
sheer mystic wonder
brushing my soul
© Tournesol ’14
Wonderful haibun with a nice set of haiku …. nicely written
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Thank you, Kristjaan, your prompts seem to follow the weather here very nicely:)
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So lovely that moments such as these brush our grief away, at least temporarily.
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Do you know what this means? It means she sent beautiful snow to remind you that there is still joy to be had.
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Yes if you look at the photo I had put of my mom in the snow drinking a glass of wine on my other blog, she did love the mild winter days…sunny days.
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and she allowed me to take the day off to enjoy it.
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Loved your reflections … a great haibun and such lovely haiku!
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When truly describing a special moment, the words seem to come better:)
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That is really true … I guess because we’re closer to the feelings.
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Absolutely.I have so much on my mind that I only respond to a prompt if I can visualize a moment or be in the moment…that’s all I can spare but it is keeping me grounded and connected.
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Which is the important thing ..
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