Haibun Monday – Walk

Bjorn is our host today, giving us our prompt for our haibun today. He wants us to share a walk we have taken – a daily walk, pilgrimage, tour…a walk! Share details, feelings – all involved with the walk. This is like a mini-travelogue. Come join us at dVerse today, walk with us, talk with us.

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copyright kanzensakura

Daily Ramble

Every day, regardless of the weather, I walk.  Mostly I walk down our lane to finish at the creek at the bottom of the hill.  Muddy from spring storms, clear and rimmed with ice, sleepy in the early morning – this place is a refuge.  In the summer, the lane is shaded with thick ancient oaks and maple and in the green light of the woods, you can breathe in the cool breathe of the trees and undergrowth. During a rain, the raindrops tap on the leaves and make them dance. Squirrels jump from tree to tree, birds chirp and flutter in the safety of their private cathedral.  Autumn the smell is spicy with fallen leaves and the light filtering through the trees is golden and calm.  Snow sticks to the bare limbs and covers the ground beneath the trees in winter.  Sepia, white, and the dark green of cedar are the colors of winter.  Tracks of deer and raccoons break the smooth white of the snow.

Tender green bursts forth in the spring.  The cycle begins anew.  Daffodils gone wild rise beneath the trees, survivors of a long gone farm.  A cabin in ruins is part of the landscape of this walk.  Wild white roses and white blooms of blackberry vines are thick and fragrant.  Sometimes I take this walk at night.  The muscular sound of an owl rising to hunt breaks the silence.  Peepers who live at the creek stop their night music until the threat passes.  Summer smells of night blooming jasmine and honeysuckle entice me on my night ramble to walk farther, to walk to the creek.  In the winter, snow coats my hair and coat.  At times I will walk through snow and others, I walk before the snow begins to stick.  Sometimes I startle deer in their walk to the creek.

Moonlight sparkles on the black water – all the seasons.  The creek will whisper slow lullabies, sing a bluesy burble, or sing double time, a laughing aria.  I know these woods and the creek through all the seasons, all the times of day and night.  Sometimes in my dreams I walk this walk and often, leave the ground to walk among the watching stars, trying to catch meteors or wade in the River of Heaven** as it swirls in the black sky.  To the creek, to the River of Heaven – my walk.

cedars and jasmine
cool water and spicy leaves –
stars and trees true friends.

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copyright kanzensakura

**River of Heaven – Amanogawa, Japanese name for the Milky Way

48 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    May 09, 2016 @ 03:19:48

    I really love how you have included all the senses in your haibun.. I also love some of the unorthodox choices of adjectives, it’s like that unexpected sparkle of brightness in a well-made painting… (bluesy burble and muscular sound of owl)… wonderful and serene

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  2. Victoria C. Slotto
    May 09, 2016 @ 14:20:31

    Like Bjorn, I noticed the senses and am not surprised how they drew me into the scene with you, made “our” walk come alive. I love that you walk every day, no matter what…I confess to allowing weather to deter me–especially when it’s icy. Though when we are in the desert, I make up for it with 3-4 walks daily, thanks to the dogs and the fact that our yard is a golf course.

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    • kanzensakura
      May 09, 2016 @ 15:48:07

      I’ve walked in sleet, snow, rain, extreme heat (slowly). Even with all the pollen, I walk and wear a special mask for my face. The only time I don’t walk is if I have the flu….

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  3. B. E. Adalgari
    May 09, 2016 @ 15:20:35

    I also loved your word-choice– “muscular sound of the owl”, “a laughing aria”, “daffodils gone wild rise beneath the trees, survivors of a long gone farm.” That last line reads somewhat like a haiku itself. I can feel the weight of history here. You’ve captured the sense one gets walking in a familiar place, that you’re not just inhabiting that single moment in time, but your memories of having followed this path in the past, peeling back the layers of time season by season

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  4. jillys2016
    May 09, 2016 @ 16:21:35

    Spicy leaves – love this line!

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  5. Grace
    May 09, 2016 @ 17:33:01

    Love the details of the walk, from the creek to Wild white roses and white blooms of blackberry vines~ Also the smell of:

    cedars and jasmine
    cool water and spicy leaves –

    An exquisite haibun Toni ~

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  6. Pleasant Street
    May 09, 2016 @ 17:35:13

    I enjoyed taking this walk with you. Thank you for bringing the moonlight and the water to life.

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  7. Linda Kruschke
    May 09, 2016 @ 17:38:23

    What a beautiful and peaceful walk. Though I’d probably miss the snowy scenery if it was me, I love that you’ve included all the seasons here.

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  8. petrujviljoen
    May 09, 2016 @ 17:45:40

    Beautifully depicted, as always.

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  9. The Literary Doc
    May 09, 2016 @ 18:14:36

    This is just an absolutely wonderful glimpse of a place in time, this creek, and all that surrounds it. I really felt like I was there, and could smell what you were describing. Great job.

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  10. Charley
    May 09, 2016 @ 19:08:13

    Peepers who live at the creek stop their night music until the threat passes. Much to enjoy and meditate upon in your haibun! To see the River of Heaven I would gladly walk long and far; your walk sounds delectable.

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  11. jillys2016
    May 09, 2016 @ 19:15:10

    Thank you for taking us all on your walk with you! I would really enjoy joining you on the dream walk. Let’s chase the stars, shall we? Beautifully done!

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  12. lynn__
    May 09, 2016 @ 22:35:15

    I like how the peepers go silent at the “muscular sound” of the owl’s flight…a lovely walk and interesting cabin ruins.

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  13. Michael
    May 09, 2016 @ 22:47:31

    My but you have captured such a beautiful place. The descriptions really brought the landscape to life for me….

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  14. Sumana Roy
    May 10, 2016 @ 01:03:29

    these gems of words show how Nature enriches the soul that breathe Her…so beautifully penned..real enjoyable walk with you today…

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  15. kim881
    May 10, 2016 @ 04:43:29

    Oh, a very sensual haibun. I love the sound of your creek – a bit like the river at the end of our garden. You have captured the music of it: the creek will whisper slow lullabies, sing a bluesy burble, or sing double time, a laughing aria. All crowned with a heavenly haiku.

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  16. navasolanature
    May 10, 2016 @ 04:46:46

    This is so beautifully evoked, wonderful choices of words which bring your walks alive to me. I admire you taking a daily walk. Now I don’t have a dog I really don’t think we go out in all weathers!

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  17. http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com
    May 10, 2016 @ 08:38:57

    This prompt has produced some glorious walking words, in your case a whole year of sensations.

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  18. lillian
    May 10, 2016 @ 09:08:54

    I so enjoyed this walk with you! Passing through all seasons and times of day – I especially enjoyed listening to the bluesy burble 🙂 Wonderful – just wonderful!

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  19. maria
    May 10, 2016 @ 11:55:01

    Such a lovely and picturesque piece. Wow. Great haibun! I’m sure it’s a great walk. 🙂

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  20. whimsygizmo
    May 10, 2016 @ 12:05:57

    I nearly ache with longing and envy for this beautiful place you describe. I live in a beautiful place, but crave water, always. So enamored of this:

    “The creek will whisper slow lullabies, sing a bluesy burble”

    YES.

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  21. kaykuala (@hankkaykuala)
    May 11, 2016 @ 09:59:34

    cool water and spicy leaves –
    stars and trees true friends.

    Imagine the fulfillment and satisfaction of being captivated and protected by nature’s beautiful countryside. Wonderful lines Toni!

    Hank

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  22. Mish
    May 13, 2016 @ 00:12:40

    I could feel the gratitude and admiration you must have for this magical place. I especially like…” The creek will whisper slow lullabies, sing a bluesy burble, or sing double time, a laughing aria” and I see I am not the only one. The last stanza is stunning!

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  23. Rosemary Nissen-Wade
    May 13, 2016 @ 06:59:09

    I love the depth given by your familiarity with this habitual walk. And the extra dimension of the dreams. It’s all very beautiful.

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