
Autumn colors from my bathroom window
Komorebi: the Japanese word for light filtering, that time between summer and autumn., seasons changing. It is more extensive than what I write here, so read what Kanzen Sakura over at dversepoets.com says. She is hosting Haibun Monday and her prompt is this. There are sure to be some marvelous haibun (short paragraphs that originally were travel notes….) ending with a relating haiku.
Lady Nyo
Seasons Change
Autumn wind startles–
Lowered to an ominous
Key—Ah! Mournful sounds!
The fat mountain deer listen-
Add their bellowing sorrow.
The ginkgo filters sunlight, the ground a crescent- printed cloth fit for a yukata. It hits my hands and feet, creating white scars that do not burn. I welcome the sun. My bones grow thin.
This passage, from summer to fall, eternal movement of Universal Design, counts down the years I have left. There is so much more to savor. Two lives would not be enough.
Tsuki, a beggar’s cup too thin to fatten the road, still shines with a golden brightness, unwavering in the chill aki wind. The Milky Way reigns over all.
Sharp moon cuts the sky
Fierce wind howls from the mountains
Disturbs dragonflies.
–
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2017
Tags: aging, dversepoets.com, Haibun, Kanzen Sakura, komorebi, poetry, season's change
September 4, 2017 at 7:27 pm
Oh that bad bad chilly wind disturbing the dragonflies. I love your “cloth” for the yukata.
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September 4, 2017 at 7:34 pm
Thanks, Toni. that is actually the opening ‘thought’ for “Kimono” where the gingko tree is patterning the ground like a print on a yukata. Couldn’t resist.
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September 4, 2017 at 7:36 pm
I can recognize the passing of years, every autumn is another notch in my calendar… you took me to another place so different from where I am. Lovely.
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September 4, 2017 at 7:37 pm
Thank you, Bjorn. I have a few years on you, yet. LOL! Thank you for reading and your lovely comment.
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September 4, 2017 at 7:39 pm
Love it.
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September 4, 2017 at 8:06 pm
This has a very peaceful feel to it. An acceptance almost.
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September 4, 2017 at 8:38 pm
Love the sharp moon, cutting down the number of days to come. Then the howling winds of winter/death.
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September 4, 2017 at 9:28 pm
I love the shadow patterns – ‘crescent- printed cloth fit for a yukata’ in the prose and the dragonflies in the haiku, Jane. I imagine the patters to be a bit like dragonflies. The image in the haiku is stunning, especially the ‘sharp moon’ cutting the sky. 🙂
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September 4, 2017 at 9:30 pm
Autumn always make me feel that yearning to accomplish a lot, as if my time is running fast and out ~ Such a wonderfully layered haibun Jane ~
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September 4, 2017 at 9:40 pm
I identify with your sense of the passage of the seasons of life. I’m grateful for the wonders of each season.
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September 4, 2017 at 10:01 pm
“a beggar’s cup too thin to fatten the road” – lovely lovely words.
That said, I love all your words.
Anna :o]
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September 4, 2017 at 10:31 pm
Thank you, Anna. That phrase I have used before because…..it’s a good one. LOL! Thank you for reading and your lovely comment.
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September 4, 2017 at 10:32 pm
LOL! You are a better person than I, Beverly. I am just grateful for a season!. LOL! But you are right. Each season has it’s own substance, miracles, blessings….and loss and grief.
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September 4, 2017 at 10:34 pm
Thank you, Grace. perhaps our energy in the autumn is because it’s not so hot! Or our yearning to accomplish more. Thank you, Grace.
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September 5, 2017 at 1:20 am
A long time ago when I was a child on a farm in Indiana the Milky Way seemed so obviously there. I didn’t realize it was a galaxy, one among many. Now I know more but I don’t see the Milky Way except on rare occasions when we are traveling or in photographs. Your description of it reigning over all seems appropriate. I also liked your second paragraph about the years counting down. Two lifetimes would not be enough, neither would an infinite number of them.
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September 5, 2017 at 1:51 pm
A superb piece, Jane! I feel the transition in your words. There is so much promise in this metamorphosis.
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September 5, 2017 at 2:45 pm
Wonderful writing. I adore these words: ” There is so much more to savor. Two lives would not be enough.”
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September 5, 2017 at 3:08 pm
Thank you, Lillian.
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September 5, 2017 at 3:10 pm
Whew! I’m glad to hear this, Walter! LOL! Will be 70 in January…that is transition enough!
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September 5, 2017 at 3:12 pm
Exactly, Frank. I don’t see much of the Universe from Atlanta, the street lights, etc. But the Moon is always there…omnipotent, and it gives us the keyhole to the Universe.
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September 5, 2017 at 3:13 pm
Thank you, Kim. I had to work hard on this one. LOL!
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September 5, 2017 at 3:14 pm
Thank you, qbit!
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September 5, 2017 at 3:14 pm
Yup, Paul. An acceptance that old age comes to all of us IF we are lucky. Thank you, Paul.
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September 5, 2017 at 3:45 pm
Working hard is supposed to be good for us! 😳
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September 5, 2017 at 5:43 pm
excep twhen it’s not! LOL!
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January 2, 2019 at 3:36 am
Relationship Going
Haibun Monday:
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