The past whispers as she honours her sibling’s birthday; sitting by the water she inhales a hope for spring despite the ice covered lake. She feels her mother’s presence and together, they bathe in sun’s glory. She remembers how her uncle enjoyed ice fishing too, in those little cabins spread out on the lake. Ah those brave souls… fishing was only part of the experience, he used to tell her. That was not that long ago it seems. How important it is to embrace precious moments that become treasures stored for later.

Brome Lake, Photo Credits: Karen D.
squinting at the sun,
gems bouncing off the snow,
memoirs of times passed
© Tournesol’16/03/13
Daily Moments March 13/16 ~ remininscing (haibun)
beautiful haibun… such reflective words!
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Thanks so much…just paraphrasing the words of the photographer when she visited the lake.
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Ah well, you paraphrase beautifully 🙂
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Thank you, my dear 🙂
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My pleasure dear 🙂
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Beautiful haibun! I love the image of the gems reflecting off the snow
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Thanks, I had first written dancing but it looks more like bouncing:)
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Yes it does! 🙂 you’re very welcome
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“Exquisite,” she said.
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Thank you! 🙂
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