Dversepoets prompt for Haibun Monday is offered by Kanzen Sakura, and it’s about a night that was memorable. I’m posting too early as the prompt opens around 3pm EST. Check out dversepoets pub and the wonderful poems that are sure to show up.
Soft mid-winter night where the moon rides the sky like a beggar’s cup one-fourth filled. The skeleton trees are silhouetted against the horizon as light folds into dark velvet. Even the raucous wood owls are mercifully silent.
I go outside and salute the sky, the moon and now the winking stars with a glass of Hibiki, and see spring trying to take the field. Winter’s hand is still rough on the Earth, but spring, eternal and forever, begs winter shift its ass and give room for rebirth. A delicate Couperin melody floats in the chilly wind, a phantom will o’ wisp, heard only by a settling nature and a shivering me.
This eternal, whirling dance from season to season, never tiring in its efforts, surprises with earliest snowbells and the first shy crocus. The red maple will burst later with carmine pompoms and soon the plums will prove as vital.
The night hovers in all its mystery, with the Cosmos wheeling from Milky Way to universes uncharted. The stars above don’t really twinkle. They appear frozen as only stars in winter can seem.
In the dead of winter, the earth’s gestation is in the air, and life is good.
Scant moon moored in sky
Gathers stars within its bowl
A lighthouse to earth
In the Crossfire
Of Christmas, I forget
Reason for season