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.
Even in retirement, I find myself waiting and anticipating the weekend. Tight and earnest haibun. Winter is not a welcome guest in my garden, yard or life either.
ReplyDelete"Maple trees are bare of leaves and we can't wait for spring to breeze in with all its bird songs and flaming hues."
ReplyDeleteI love this sentence. The last line of the haibun, before the haiku, is typically my favorite.
I too look forward to every weekend... so Monday is a perfect time to remind yourself that weekend is coming... I do look forward to the real winter, but this naked death is not something to love.
ReplyDelete"this naked death" ... You should put that in a poem. That's exactly what this weird limbo between autumn and winter feels like.
Deletewhat a beautiful haiku - really captures this season wonderfully.Spring feels a long way off, you're right.
ReplyDeleteI like how even we are those eager children.
ReplyDeleteI like your naked death and you did put it into this poem exquisitely. Even though retired, I still look forward to weekends! I love your frosted garden.
ReplyDeleteThe whole of life is waiting. We're lucky if we look forward to high points in the winter. Spring seems a long way off.
ReplyDeleteWaiting for Friday at 4 sure is the way at our shore haha is it here yet?
ReplyDeleteExcellent Grace!
ReplyDeleteyes some days are just like that old familiar book, how well described Grace, something I can so relate with and like how you express it
ReplyDeleteNow that Thanksgiving has passed, winter is come on hard. No more waiting!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful portrait of waiting, with such vibrant imagery! Your haiku alluding to the moon punctuates the prose brilliantly. It would fit lovely with my current #haikai challenge, too! ;)
ReplyDeleteI like the way you've merged the different perspectives in this piece..busy childcare, eagerly awaiting christmas, winter's ravage...and eagerly awaiting spring. 'Tis life in action :)
ReplyDeleteI like the settling in as old familiar books...the unwinding after hectic weeks. I also like that you become children again in anticipation of Christmas.
ReplyDeleteThis haibun resonates with me. Ever am I looking towards weekends.
ReplyDeleteOn a Having said that, I think your haibun illustrates how we are as humans - always looking towards small and big moments, towards things near and distant.
Your haiku is evocative. :-)
Happy week ahead.
~Imelda
Waiting for the weekend and for Christmas – does that ever leave us? You’re so lucky to see your grandson at weekends, Grace. I can’t wait to see Lucas again in less than two weeks and we’ll get to spend his first Christmas morning with him! Your second paragraph made me long for spring and I love the bright moon in misty windows in your haiku!
ReplyDeleteahhh, the grandkid(s). Nice
ReplyDeleteThis resonates with me. The week is so full and the weekend is celebrated with my grandson and trying to unwind. Christmas is right around the corner. This year flew by. Enjoy your blessings.
ReplyDeletelovely haiku captures the innate poignancy of glancing out the window for no particular reason and being caught by beauty
ReplyDeleteI love the stillness you convey and the hope...hope of spring in the future and of the moon emerging in the present. Janice
ReplyDeleteThis is so relatable. We all live for weekends and just endure our way through the workweek. And the image of the white geese flying off really captures this sense of loss visually.
ReplyDeleteLove you haiku!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on the grandchild. What a joyous Christmas this will be for you.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful snapshot of your life and the many aspects of waiting. I love the different time-spans of waiting that you included here.
ReplyDeleteI like the lyricism of your prose. Your weekends sound lovely and relaxed. I'm sure you must love this special time with your grandson.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful haibun as it unwinds and relaxes into the weekend...we're in for first winter storm coming!
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