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…..my 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
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.
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
the passing spring
these cautious steps were once bold
muscle strength fading
steel blue night
only in photo albums
stars glimmer from diaphanous mist
sand grains glitter on a pebbled shore
grass blades sparkle under autumn sun
exit and emergence become one
on shrunken leaves
still bear sweet beans
the end is near
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.
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is hosting an Autumn Retreat themed ‘Departure’. A recent glance in my car mirror inspired the first haiku and two more came after that:
confirms youth has gone
I count falling leaves
life is short
growing and dying
all at once
Waiting for winter,
red rudbeckia linger,
last moon fast fading,
dare I dream a wonderland,
crystals dazzling sunny skies?
In response to Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge #124: dream & dare
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:
- Post three quotes over three days.
- Name three nominees each day (no repetition).
- Thank the person who nominated you.
- Inform the nominees.