Over my morning bowl of fruits, yogurt and honey, I contemplate the mist hanging over the rooftops. The maple and oak trees are lush with green leaves and rain over the weekend. I inhale the quiet strum of breeze over the sleepy drooping flowers. The slow -caterpillar time is cut short as my eyes soon spot wayward stuff in the kitchen and dining room. My hands become busy bees - picking up, tidying, and cleaning left-over dinner stains on the table and kitchen counter. I have accepted that my standard of cleanliness is higher than the rest of the family. Soon, the blue recycling and black garbage bags are finally tied and brought down to the garage. The pace of my morning picks up faster as I leave for work and ride the subway train. Though it is a summer morning, I fail to catch butterflies along the way.
the sun is a slow
spider spinning its thread of gold-
spider spinning its thread of gold-
I'm caught in its spell
Cut Leaved Thootwork
by Grace@EverydayAmazing
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday - Quotidian- hosted by Kanzensakura ~ Thanks for the visit ~
I love how you have described the way the day pick up... though it's saddening of all the summer you miss.. here it was holiday, so my Monday was slower than normal.
ReplyDeleteThe haiku is splendid and then this line: I inhale the quiet strum of breeze over the sleepy drooping flowers. breath-taking. One of the beauties of retirement is that my pick-up chores come after my quiet time. I'm fussy, too.
ReplyDeleteI like how this started slowly then picked up speed, not just in the actions but the way you wrote it. And I absolutely love your haiku.
ReplyDelete... lovely morning thoughts, friend Grace ... me? working nights and do not care what mess there is to clean up ... just wanna sleep before I fall off ma char ... smiles ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteFastidious as the spider, nice flow here
ReplyDeleteLovely share of one of your morning routines, rife with several wonderful lines & clever word smithing (as pointed out by others). Your haiku really stands out, capsulizing yet prominent of itself.
ReplyDeleteLife is a routine most day, no matter the season at play. Sadly.
ReplyDeleteI could feel as you picked up speed as the morning went on as you hurried to get things done before heading out the door. A mother's work is never done! So interested in that beautiful flower photo that you took. I'll have to look that one up, Grace.
ReplyDeleteYou wove nature into your daily routine beautifully. I love this line: ...the quiet strum of breeze over the sleepy drooping flowers.
ReplyDeleteI am right with you on the acceptance that my standard of cleanliness does not match up with the rest in my household! I love the noticing what you did not notice (the butterflies) which makes me think of how many times I do this, too. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteOh, I LOVE the sun as a "slow spider".......how gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteI love the last line "Though it is a summer morning, I fail to catch butterflies along the way."
ReplyDeleteOh that image in the haiku is wonderful!
ReplyDeletespider spinning its thread of gold-
ReplyDeleteI'm caught in its spell
The busy bee has to match the quick spinning spider in a daily morning routine. One has no time to spare over niceties! Rightly so Grace!
Hank
I love this, especially:
ReplyDelete"I inhale the quiet strum of breeze"
Especially when juxtaposition with "my hands become busy bees"
Lovely piece as always...
ReplyDeletePeace and love
1ManView
A perfect haibun on an ordinary, everyday occurrence, Grace!
ReplyDeleteYou just walked us through your daily routine without breaking a sweat, Grace. Busy day, busy bee.. But I hope you still got to enjoy the rest of the day. :)
ReplyDeleteGrace--perhaps them who left the dishes were trying to save you some toil and planned on reusing them. I am going to quit telling you how beautifully you use words because you already know how much I admire your poetry--regardless of the form.
ReplyDeleteGood morning to you! :)
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely.
Many people wrote about their morning routine. The sun doing all sorts of things to people's day and this one spinning a web across the sky. There's chagrin in the beauty.
ReplyDeleteI love all the insects (I know a spider's not an insect, but you know what I mean) - a thread linking through the piece.
ReplyDeleteThat description of the sun at the end is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteOh, I can relate to those "busy bee" hands tidying up to "a higher standard of cleanliness"...part of my morning too.
ReplyDeleteJust my thought, maybe change "spell" to "web" (?) to finish haiku :) Either way is lovely, Grace!
"though it is summer, I fail to catch butterflies on the way..." Oh how I love this line! It is so rich in meaning as we catapult into our days....instead of caterpillaring into them! Lovely haiku too!
ReplyDeleteSomething ver special here, especially the last "sinning spiders!" Oops, I meant spinning, but maybe sinning is good?
ReplyDeleteAh, how things out of order gt in the way of a quiet meditation. Your post resonates with me. Being a busy bee often keeps us from appreciating the beauty of a moment. :-)
ReplyDelete~Imelda
Oh if we could only stay longer in "caterpillar time" especially with these beautiful days we've been having lately. I especially love the last line of your prose. :)
ReplyDeleteYou make it sound quite magical.
ReplyDeleteFrom a slow-burn to picking up the pace, never losing sight of nature's wonders. Lovely work.
ReplyDeleteIt's reAlly sad as the way society
ReplyDeleteviews and does work in modern
ways kills human Nature and what
can be viewed when Nature is
work rather than illusions
of abstract constructs
and Standard IQ..
Lost from Nature
sImply
Saved WiTh iT..:)