Every year on inland lakes and ponds in Michigan, hardy souls walk out onto the ice, auger holes into it, and drop fishing lines, hoping to catch enough pan fish to feed their families dinner. Just as many go out onto the ice for fresh air and the comraderie of kindred spirits. In years gone…
Category: haibun
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…
