autumn memory: haibun

My father left this world almost 30 years ago.

Strolling an autumn path inhaling its fragrance, hearing its rustle, I remember the hills near my childhood home.

in the Gatineau

time unwinds in autumn winds

hiking with father

~

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For Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 7th 2018 the voice of the wind

“Haibun” is a literary form originating in Japan traditionally composed of prose and haiku.

on a winter trail: haiku

Happy to be included today on Troutswirl’s A Sense of Place: Hiking Trail — smell:

winter hike
wrapped in a knitted scarf
the smell of wet wool

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In ‘real’ time we are not wrapping wool scarves around our faces yet, but this is a sensation renewed for me almost every year…when the thermometer dips below freezing and the only way to seal out a winter wind is to wrap a scarf.

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not winking: a quadrille

Closing one eye

I am not winking

I am blinded by sunlight

Posing on one leg

I am not avian

I am practicing yoga

Singing the blues

I am not downhearted

I am indigo

Closing both eyes

I am not tired

I am listening

:

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The Monday afternoon dVerse challenge from WhimsyGizmo is to write a quadrille (44-word poem) using the word “wink”.

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