Monday, April 16, 2018

Dusk



When the days are long and warm as wine, I bask in the sunset as long as I can.   Marvelling the softening shades with growing darkness, there is nothing as peaceful as contemplating the cloud forms or the names of wild spring flowers.  I don't take the serenity  for granted as I am aware that others are suffering or in pain, and looks to the future with uncertainty and fear. This season of light is very short.  I inhale each moment-  a blessing.


ice pellets strike
cars in parking lots, hawked by seagulls-
spring buds freeze in storm-



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday, hosted for the last time by Victoria Slotto ~  Theme is Chijitsu - Lingering Day.

Thank you Victoria for your devotion and support of our poetry community ~  Good luck in your writing project ~

15 comments:

  1. Oh the brutality of that late blizzard attacking the buds of spring... capture that moment of balmy dusk as best as you can... we cannot take it for granted.

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  2. That sounds delicious, 'days...long and warm as wine'. Sunset is definitely meant for basking in, and 'contemplating the cloud forms or the names of wild spring flowers' is compulsory! I feel sorry for the icy spring buds, though.

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  3. Such a painting of serenity at the beginning that ebbs into the reality faced by so many. The late blizzard is a powerful metaphor for you message. Thanks again for your support, Grace.

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  4. Good point: "I don't take the serenity for granted as I am aware that others are suffering or in pain, and looks to the future with uncertainty and fear." Serenity is a gift we may not always have.

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  5. Spring is maybe the most fleeting of the seasons. We have hardly time to get used to it not being cold before the sun it too hot for that spring freshness.

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  6. I love "When the days are long and warm as wine."

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  7. Mother nature sure is going at it. Hopefully the ice is fading away at your bay, we've yet, and hopefully won't, to get it.

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  8. I live for moments and with your words- I can almost touch yours. Sublime.

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  9. Spring storms have a personality all their own. The hail on the cars is a vivid image. Very nice.
    dwight

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  10. I used to know the names of many wildflowers and birds..they escape me now. Being aware of others'plights during the lingering time comes to my mind too. Of course, likening it to wine is perfect.

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  11. I like how your appreciation of the moment takes in the suffering of others and how quickly the light passes...and the haiku’s sharp demonstration.

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  12. A beautiful poem of savoring those sublime moments--and then the accuracy of your haiku. This seems to be a particularly crazy spring.

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  13. So good, so melancholy - and the haiku takes me out of that lingering evening moment and to the return (even briefly) of winter - freezing spring's buds.

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  14. not taking it for granted... that is key I believe and something poets often don't do. I notice small things and photograph them - I'm sure I get a lot of strange looks bending down on the ground or such... ;) I always loved the seagulls flying above the grocery store cars when we lived near lake Michigan.... reminded me the beach was so very close.

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  15. Days as long and warm as wine....sigh. This is absolutely luscious...the scene and feelings you project. And the haiku jerks us back to fickle spring ... they had hail on top of their snow yesterday in Iowa!

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