
Walking home last night she sees grey swirls elevated near the curb as she crosses the street. The first frozen puddle she has noticed in the city, autumn’s last month flirting with winter. She knows the days are numbered now. Leading towards the end of this season sometimes feels like walking towards a grave.
fallen to their death
leaves spread season’s quilt
tucking in the earth
Although logic knows the earth is not dead but asleep…napping for a spell, until spring, the dark of day lacking sunshine makes us feel this way on this cold day of November. Not only does nature seem somnolent but the sun as well, turning in so early.
sun bids farewell
yet, it’s only teatime!
autumn’s new soirée
No longer can one dine in the evening whilst they admire art displays in the sky. (sigh!) The artist too, has turned in earlier, skipping dinner and off to bed.
painting moods in blues
in the darkest hour
cleansing of new dawn
One can sometimes hear
In the darkest hour
awe celestial notes
message from the heavens,
still, she is not clear…
Nature has its mysteries, that she does not know; makes it all the more appealing, savouring the unknown.
whispers in her ear
playing sanguine notes
lighting up her soul
© Tournesol ’15
I think I may have gotten carried away here with poetic prose and turned a few sentences into haiku and tanka. I am still categorizing this as a haibun.
beautiful post, poems, imagery and video! A real treat to dispatch midweek blues.
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Thanks!! I thought today was Thursday, so the week will be long and I didn’t even work Sunday…but two more days to go and it is sunny again today and a bit warmer.
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I really resonate with your observation of the season. At the beginning, such a drama, the ‘death’, logically brings us to pondering about content of shorter day….beautiful haiku, haibun and music – what a quality time you gave to the prompt! Enjoyed very much!
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Thanks so much for your kind words. It was fun writing it so soon after that moment.
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So many beautiful verses in your haibun.
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I truly enjoyed writing this one…it was like a painting…kept adding more colours and nuances. The tanka was actually a sentence I thought fit too nicely to stand in one line:)
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Love the bluesy mood and flow of this, Cheryl…even if it doesn’t fit a form exactly 🙂
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Thanks so much, Lynn, I`m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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What a journey you took us on! Fantastic!
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Thank you, Carol, for your lovely comment! 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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Wow! what a beautiful post. Lots of great poetry!
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Thanks so much!! I really enjoyed writing this.
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You intermingled literature, nature, music and philosophy – it worked so well, being dipped in. There was that late autumn melancholu, but using the different genres really pulls the reader in. I think you are right to explores different ways.
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I am pleased you enjoyed this, Hamish! Writing this was such a pleasant journey.
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This is fantastic … loved how your haiku bound the prose so very nicely .. your photo is so suggestive … brava cara!
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Thank you, I have to admit I was inspired, truly drawn to just write and write this post. A very beautiful experience.
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And one can see you were inspired … I’m happy you had a great experience!
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🙂
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