Winter Snow Haibun

We’re in the middle of a winter weather advisory that is supposed to end tomorrow morning.  The video was taken yesterday.  Temp in the 20’s F, wind blowing the snow horizontally, but not much accumulation.  When I woke up and looked out this morning, I was both surprised and relieved to see how much snow…

dVerse — Haibun Monday — Celebrate 2021

“Snow Effect, The Street in Argentuil,” (1875) by Claude Monet Since becoming single again in 2017, retiring from my fast-paced government job in 2018, and the onslaught of the pandemic starting in 2019, the holidays and their hoopla have been shifting into a steadily lowering gear. Where before there were multiple family and social gatherings,…

jar + water + light = night magic

I keep a mason jar with water at my bedside to fill the vaporizer with in winter.  I also have gotten used to using a small low-watt led light as a hand-held night light as I go through my bedtime ritual of turning on the fan, filling the vaporizer, lighting incense, turning on the heating…

dVerse — Poetics — Blessed Beneficence

This summer lawn mowing season went fairly smoothly. With front, back, and side lawns and front and back fields to be mowed on the rider, regardless of what time of day and level of cloud and hat cover, it was invariably a relaxing, meditative experience. Except for that day. The loud, vibrating mower rolled towards…

dVerse — Haibun Monday — Samhain’s Repast

How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length,–from, “Storm Fear” by Robert Frost The fire roared as we raised our glasses and toasted to delicious food and good company at this, our first Samhain gathering in two years. As all had been vaccinated and the room was of fair size, no masks were…

TSM 181 — Revived

Their bodies turned traitor but their minds stay loyal. Each Saturday at city center park, their tactre-pledges under oak witnesses. It matters not whose king is vanquished, but the thrill of life through logic’s foreplay courses through veins. Greyed skulls, capped heads bent,rapt in concentration, they’realive once again           Carrie is…

dVerse — Haibun Monday — Ten Thousand Blind Mice

Here we are at our second September existing in the time of Covid. The frenzy of the summer months’ – even as they were isolated and restricted — activities are slowing down, and the thoughts and feelings that have been pushed away start crawling back like contrite destroyers. Doubts, fears, anxieties niggle as they worm…