We wait eagerly for Friday night to arrive and settle as an old familiar book in our hands. Weekends are for staying home and playing with our first grandson, on Sunday afternoons. With our work, time is taskmaster juggling all our commitments. So it is relaxing to finally kick back and get into a slower pace of chores. With the Christmas season in the air, we are eager children counting the days of Christmas Eve.
Last week, we saw a flock of white geese flying away, to what we assumed would be a warmer climate. The winter season has clouded our sky with gloomy grey and whitened the garden with icy stillness. Maple trees are bare of leaves and we can't wait for spring to breeze in with all its bird songs and flaming hues.
brown leaves raked away-
i spy bright moon's unveiling
above misty windows-
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday with the theme of Waiting, with guest blogger, Imelda. Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.