The wind chill is thick ice on my legs and cheeks. I walk quickly inside the house, warm with fleece covers. The snow is a blanket over the bare landscape, with the sun barely making an appearance. With the polar vortex temperatures, the only footprints on the snow were those of the black squirrels.
Some nights, the moon hides behind the thick clouds. As if swallowed by giant black waves, rocking the night sky. The stark simplicity of the starless night is a beauty in its purest form. In the darkness, I muse about many things, including my plans for the coming days. I see that I have a lot of things to do yet, with time ticking very fast. Here are my gloves, spade and seeds. I tend to my inner garden.
wild field is notebook
blank of green, red and sunshine-
birds flutter- sketch of silver-
Posted for dVErse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday, hosted by Victoria Slotto. Last week, we had temperatures going as low as -21 to -30 with the wind chill. Here is short write up about the haibun prompt:
Here is a short quote about Fuyu No Tsuki from a Japanese perspective: Fuyu No Tsuki has a pale tint that indicates a kind of coldness deep within—solemn and clear, a frame of mind.
Today, I would like to see a brief non-fiction account of your experience (not more than three tight paragraphs) related to Fuyu No Tsuki, the winter moon, followed by a Haiku that observes the standards of the form by including reference to a season.
