Mid-Year Mirage
I had a dream of September snow; awoke in time to see, instead, June at its midpoint: a crescent moon, blue, newly-risen in a hazy but hardly overheated sky, impending daylight, the rolling tide of hills from here to the horizon a deeper, wider sea of green than I —a solo sailor on this bluest ship— have ever had a whim to sail.
awaiting Autumn
arrival impossible
—only in dreams—
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Haibun Monday
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Ooh, I love the sailor imagery and the deepest depth of greenery. Such amazing imagery you coalesce.
I hope that the snow will come soon… it’s much better than the darkness of barren soil
Such lovely images here, Ron!
I dream of April, gestation and blossom; a pox on Winter.
Your imagery is delightful … hoping your dreams come true!
Wonderful imagery. Well penned.
Nice!
This sounds like a dreamy sky indeed – sounds like it would be a great place to sail!
The simple imagery of waves/hills sea/grass is what makes this so satisfying.
Lovely imagery — I wish we had more snow here, it would brighten up dull winter.
It must have been refreshing to have a dream of September snow in the heat of June, Ron. I love the nautical imagery, the ‘solo sailor on this bluest ship’, and the open-mouthed ‘a’ sounds in ‘awaiting Autumn / arrival impossible’.
The rhythm in your haibun is hypnotic …. loved it.
This is wonderful! You had me at “a crescent moon, blue, newly-risen in a hazy but hardly overheated sky.” 🙂