icy beads pelt down
as slippery paths glisten
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Because my internet connection is having a rough day, not loading anything complete and/or taking so long just to load a page, let me put aside my original last day of December post and leave this wonderful thought here before I go and hibernate in a warm spot with a good book and a glass of wine…
I hope to catch up with you all next year. Thank you for a wonderful 2013
peace, love and ☼hugs
The is joy:
a little bit of haiku…
…and some beautiful horses standing around not minding the cold winter day.
This old flat never gets above seventy degrees. My living space – an icebox, but not a freezer, thankfully. Nature’s valium – winter. I seek only a quiet warm refuge when temperatures hover at nine degrees steady. My solace betwixt blue and white snowflake flannel sheets and white downy comforter.
hit snooze button before dawn
late for work again
I crawl out; make coffee and slowly shake off the goose bumps with a quick enclosure into another warm cave, fur-lined hooded jacket, boots, and gloves. Winter’s sedation wearing off. The frigid view outside jostles my acute pain over my relationship with mother. I call and hear her surprise hello greet me.
at day break
fragile icicles melting
infusing new life
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Inspired by Ligo Haibun Challenge – Image Week – Managua Gunn’s Cabin Fever. Photograph comes from Managua’s first pen pal, Marina – her view from her flat in Kazan, Tatarstan.
In closing, I leave this wonderful quote by Christy Turlington that also reminds me to value each moment…each relationship…
“It is possible to experience an awakening in this life through realizing just how precious each moment, each mental process, and each breath truly is.”
Enjoy a few more on this week’s photo prompt challenge:
♥ Ligo Haibun Challenge – Image Week (humantriumphant.wordpress.com)
♥ Ligo Haibun Challenge~Picture Prompt (paulscribbles.wordpress.com)
It is seven-thirty. The orange feather rooster crows. It is mid-winter. Last night’s relentless snowstorm put down a thick white snow blanket across the farm. As little birds flutter around to find food, the farmer dutifully sets a brown woven basket by the forest‘s edge. It holds bundles of wheat, fresh fruit from the cold cellar and large red beets still holding their green leafy tops. He looks deep into the thickly packed indigenous tree forest. The sun flickers between the evergreen branches like some bright light show upon a silent winter stage. The old farmer pauses frozen in gratitude. The family tradition is to offer food to the full bearded, half-man, half-beast forest dweller. The Green Man, they call him, if fed, helps lost travelers out from the forest. The farmer believes the Green Man brings him abundant harvests.
Once, the farmer’s two young sons got lost while playing hide-and-seek among the trees and throwing snowballs at each other. Sheriff and his boys came searching with their heavy winter coats, gloves and flashlights. Eight hours later, close to midnight, the exhausted brothers stumble out in the open, cold, hungry but safe. They swear to their dad a large bearded legend of a man helped navigate them home.
cries from little boys
deep within dark forest brings
squirrel meat and hugs
♥ Inspiration: Ligo Haibun Challenge with a picture prompt.
♥ Challenge: Write 220 words or less, in prose form with haiku to finish. For more information and other Haibun contributors, please visit Yer Pirate.
Design your image to reflect the early morning dew so clean and new
an image light and easy like the cool evening breeze as it blows through your hair
pleasant and delightful as the first winter snow
quiet and reflective as a spring renewal
fun, loving and adventurous as a summer vacation
and peaceful and content as an autumn thanksgiving meal
I wonder, how clever this Designer is to weave His image in the wonder of His natural world?