In the middle of the night, when my mind thinks it’s dawn, I count my breaths, tongue to the roof of my mouth. Once in the rhythm, I rub a spot just below my navel until it is warm. The cage opened, a tingling host of healers is released to roll their circuit, nibbling away…
Category: haibun
24 SSPC 16 Early Cold (2nd week) (Jan 5- 20) Shokan
Winter Smiles I sit at the window nursing a hot mug of tea, watching the village children play with their new Christmas gifts in the midday snow. warm knuckles tap panesmall, round faces look and smilestilts’ holes line the path Winter’s End of Day Street lights come on in blue-white nightfall. Neighbors’ doors open;…
Fallen Comrade
Out on an errand yesterday, I took time to stop and take some pics of the giant tree that got cut down. As evidenced by my feet and legs, you can see its girth. I walked across and it was 6+ feet from side to side. Here are the other shots I took of it…
24 SSPC 6 (2nd wk) — First Frost (Soukou) (Oct 23 – Nov 6)
Perennial Funeral The growing season has included a give and take with the local seed bank. I picked up sulphur orange cosmos seeds from them and donated the rest of a pack of black beauty zucchini seeds to them after keeping and planting five. I also donated the rest of a pack of mammoth sunflower…
dVerse Haibun Monday (2) autumn foliage
On our garden tour in July, we saw a plethora of gorgeous flowers, landscaping, yard sculptures, row of tall arbor vitae, and constructed waterfalls with streams. One of the most delightful finds was at a place that had a path winding through a forest. My friend called out, “Hey look at these!” for a cool…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — fall foliage
From my couch observation deck, the slider windows frame a snapshot of the season. Across the field and off to the southwest is a tree that is ahead of its companions in spring and autumn. It is the first tree to show green in spring when green is so desperately craved by grey-weary eyes and…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — fall equinox (haibun)
I take my daily stroll around the yard and notice the shift in color as summer theater packs up its costumes. Browns lift from the soil to the tips of flower stalks as prickly seeds that I gather into slowly filling ramekins. Bright-costumed sulphur cosmos depart, to creep their color along undergrowth and up into…
