Colors of the Morning: Haibun

There is such movement in this quiet haibun by Merril D. Smith!

Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings

It is dark now when I wake. Fall is coming, though the air is still summer-steamy. The moon winks good morning and good-bye, in a sky that has turned from midnight blue to indigo. I watch as the sun, heralded by streaks of peach-tinged clouds, slowly rises, and the sky fades to bleached denim. A blue jay screams as he tries to land in the kitchen window bird feeder. He swoops and tries again, then heads back to the trees to tell of his adventures. I drink my coffee as the cats take their morning nap. Rosh Hashanah comes early this year. Soon—despite the heat—I’ll be baking loaves of round challah and simmering a pot of golden pumpkin soup for the new year.

lush green leaves and grass

harbor blue birds and brown squirrels—

one red-gold leaf falls

This Haibun is for dVerse, where Mish asked us to write about…

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