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Equinox – a haibun

Of course, I needed to check how to write a haibun before I started. Then I wrote the haiku and checked again. After I put together the two paragraphs, I checked just to make sure I had done things correctly. And, wow – I had done it all wrong, so I re-wrote it. I, however, like the original two paragraphs, so I added them here, after my haibun.
This is a prompt given by my great friends, dVerse, and there are plenty of other haibun on the site to enjoy.

Perfection in subtlety

 

I look at the trees in the park and see leaves softly fall to the motley carpet on the alley. The sun rays peek joyfully through the branches. No clouds today. It is the autumn equinox and this day is the last of the long ones. Tomorrow will be shorter. Then again and again. Shortening, it will give away its minutes to darkness until the solstice.

Nature welcomes the night. Night brings sleep. Sleep comes with dreams. Dreams awaken our creative forces. My imagination will believe that.

Night is equal to the day today. The last of the short night is coming. Tomorrow it will be longer. Then again and again. Eating minutes away from daylight, it will grow until the solstice.

Nature welcomes change. Rhythm of the natural cycle beats on, soft and subtle. A moment is a sigh in the life of time.

Oblivious of change
rhythm equalises all
in just a sigh.

***
It is hard to say anything new about equinox and the thoughts it evokes. We, people, are prone to pondering and getting immersed in speculations about what is and what can be. That leads to the saddening revelation that most ideas have already been formulated. Nothing is too new, no words are left unsaid. We are at the same time happy about this wholeness, and disappointed to realise there is not much we can contribute to progress or the depth of human ideas.

Nonetheless, let me say what I have prepared on the topic. The day when light and darkness rule for an equal number of hours marks a moment of balance, equality and stability. It is the Ying-Yang in the circle of the year. A state of harmony that only lasts for 24 hours. Why so short? Perhaps to reflect the brevity of perfection in our lives.

© 2024, soulmary

Our Yard Today – Haibun

Joyfully sipping the picture with eyes, absorbing the blueness of the skies, I sit, humbly and quietly. Gazing into the distance, and then, in the tree crown towering above my yard. The gate is a portal leading to anotherness, a guard keeping our bliss within. High in the sky, birds fly their happy flights. Birds in the tree chirp lulling me into soft euphory.

Blue and blissful sky
Trees – the home for sweet songs
Blossom petals floating.

© 2023, soulmary

I’m not even sure what I did is haibun by all its rules. But it was great fun trying to do this, and this has been my first attempt at this form. Check the original prompt at the Poetic Bloomings blog and see what you can do with the prompt. Also, there are other very nice poems there to read.

Autumn Morning Haiku

I was checking the blogs I follow on Tumblr the other day, when I saw a haibun that provoked some thinking. I usually spend mornings getting ready for work and having coffee and small breakfast while listening to the morning news on one of the TV channels. I don’t do sit down at my coffee contemplating the morning and creating poetry. And why is that? I have all it takes: a nice balcony with flower pots, a view over some tree crowns and a coffee table from where to enjoy it all.

So, the next morning I went straight to it. After making coffee, of course. And I took some pictures to add to my poetry. Here is my haiku of the day, and the collage I made to support it.

No blooms in the pots
Solitary green leaves –
grey morning in autumn.

That was, for real, the first such morning. Summer was so rainy that we waited for it until August. I hoped it would last longer than usual. But now it stepped away to autumn. Not fair at all! We want more!

Haibun is a piece of art where you write a short prose paragraph and add a haiku to it, thus making a whole thing. The blog post that impressed me so much was that of my friend Bjorn Rudberg whom I met through micro poetry originally, and who has since opened to longer forms. All that said, I can now move on to my day.