for Haibun Monday

My hair silvers at the temples and falls out in long white strands. It was brown, then dark dark brown and now…I wonder if my hair is thinning… mother’s hair was always blonde….different shades of blonde…she made sure of that.  And now my plumage changes. What will leave and what will stay?

old robin flies

in late winter grey

white down catches light

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In this haibun I blend a story about hair with my recent sightings of robins.  Reading about these birds I discovered that some robins live five years or more if they survive their first year.  I am fairly certain that the robins in my yard stayed here for the winter, perhaps feasting on the abundant juniper berries. Their signature red breasts and white plumage on throats and under tails brighten up the landscape. The above photo, from Pixabay, is an American Robin.  Many thanks to Bjorn at dVerse for his Haibun Monday prompt: The beauty and the misery of grey.

Only the first line

Today I tackled Carpe Diem’s “Only the first line” challenge creating the following four haiku from four given first lines. In Ontario, Canada, where I live, there is no sign of spring yet—as is normal in January. The first line prompts hint at warmer days, but I stayed within my local experience:

hot summer day

pine scents bear sweet memories

in mid-winter thaw


a walk through the city

in winter obstacle course

towering snowbanks


the passing spring

these cautious steps were once bold

muscle strength fading


steel blue night

only in photo albums

this winter


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Brown blotches

on shrunken leaves

aged beauty


Withered stalks 

still bear sweet beans

the end is near


Three seasons

growth, decay, then death 

a rustic mirror


‘Pared down to its barest essence, wabi-sabi is the Japanese art of finding beauty in imperfection and profundity in nature, of accepting the natural cycle of growth, decay, and death.’ ~ Japanese Architect, Tadao Ando

In response to Embracing Wabi Sabi an Ontheroad haiku prompt.
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Fifteen years from now


To me, old age is always fifteen years older that I am. —Bernard Baruch

So true. However, putting humor aside, there is no harm in recognizing that you are an elder.  I use this word, to level rather than elevate, to counteract the sense  of embarrassment that sometimes links with old age.  As we age some challenges fall away and others take their place. The longer I can take care of my own physical needs and have a clear mind, I’ll be grateful.

Many thanks to Kim Russell of Writing in North Norfolk for inviting me to participate in her Three Day Three Quote Challenge.  This is my second quote post—the final one will be up on Thursday.  My nominees are:

Deirdre–Words are all I have

Amy–Bedlam & Daisies


Rules of the challenge:

  1. Post three quotes over three days.
  2. Name three nominees each day (no repetition).
  3. Thank the person who nominated you.
  4. Inform the nominees.