Haibun: The Grey

Haibun Monday at dVerse.  Bjorn is our host and enjoins us to think of grey.

The Grey
I am a porch sitter from ‘way back. I sit on the steps of our back porch in all weathers and watch the night. The last full moon was bright. The light changed the world into shades from ash to argent – trees were blacker shapes against the black starry sky and the lawn was palest silver. An old photograph it looked to be. I walked around the yard clothed in grey – the dark grey shrubs, the light silver of dried grass, the middle tones of my skin. The whole world had been transformed into grey by the magic of the moonlight.

I went back to the steps and sat. The frost glittered in the moonlight like faceted hematite. Stretching out under the moon like a grey tabby cat, the lawn flexed and flowed down to the woods. As I watched this silent grey night, from the old potting shed came a small black and white cat followed by two young kittens. I held my breath and watched them go the plate where I had earlier placed food. They didn’t notice me at all, silent and still. I watched as they ate their fill and then returned to the potting shed. A bit later, a red fox crossed the yard at a trot, intent upon his own business looking neither to the right or left of him. The grey holds so many secrets. I get to watch them all unfold – like an old silent movie. When dawn began to come, the world was transformed into lighter grey – everything the same color. I stood up stiffly and went back into the house to awake my husband for work. The inside of the house was warm. The lace curtains in the bedroom changed into a solid sheet of grey, the patterns of the lace growing together. My husband’s face was still and calm, deep into sleep. I gently touched him to awaken him. In the grey pre-dawn, he pulled the quilt over his head and went back to sleep.
grey of winter night –
the moon changes all the dross
into purest silver

stock photo

40 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. sarahsouthwest
    Feb 19, 2018 @ 16:36:44

    Oh, the grey of moonlight! You have found such beauty here. The haiku is perfection, really pulls out the essence of the piece.

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  2. Misky
    Feb 19, 2018 @ 17:17:43

    Those quiet moments under the night sky are special. They’re the source of many memories for me. This is an exquisite haibun.

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  3. Beverly Crawford
    Feb 19, 2018 @ 17:51:06

    How I enjoyed your porch view on your world. I didn’t want it to stop!

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  4. Frank Hubeny
    Feb 19, 2018 @ 21:15:35

    Sitting on a porch and watching can be like a silent movie. I usually walk rather than sit, but look at mostly the same scenes that I pass by.

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  5. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar
    Feb 19, 2018 @ 21:50:33

    The grey holds so many secrets – this hushed poem is lovely.

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  6. Gospel Isosceles
    Feb 19, 2018 @ 22:38:09

    You have such a peace with grey. From the stillness watching the kittens to the lace patterns to the moonlight. This was a tranquil vignette of a winter’s dawn.

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  7. rothpoetry
    Feb 19, 2018 @ 23:07:16

    I liked your night on the porch… Amazing how the moon can change the mood from black to gray. I know exactly how your husband felt! Nice!
    Dwight

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  8. Sherry Blue sky
    Feb 20, 2018 @ 00:47:05

    Very lovely, Toni. Beautiful.

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  9. kim881
    Feb 20, 2018 @ 04:19:59

    I would love a porch, one of those American wrap-around wooden ones with a rocking chair, especially after reading your haibun, Toni! I love the way you describe the scene: ‘light changed the world into shades from ash to argent – trees were blacker shapes against the black starry sky and the lawn was palest silver. An old photograph it looked to be’; and the ‘moon like a grey tabby cat’, The grey does hold secrets. 😉

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  10. Jane Dougherty
    Feb 20, 2018 @ 11:00:26

    Changing the dross to silver—wonderful image!

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  11. paul scribbles
    Feb 20, 2018 @ 12:39:43

    Grey as a backdrop to all those beautiful things. Superb.

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  12. Vivian Zems
    Feb 20, 2018 @ 12:59:29

    Beautiful writing. ..complemented by a moon turning it all to purest silver.

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  13. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Feb 20, 2018 @ 14:13:57

    I really love how you see the monochrome beauty of night… moonlight is such a wonderful thing… just wish it wasn’t so freezing cold when moon comes to visit.

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  14. Rommy
    Feb 20, 2018 @ 17:25:57

    There is something quite Narnia-like about the world under a winter full moon.

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  16. mhmp77
    Feb 20, 2018 @ 19:14:32

    kaykuala

    the moon changes all the dross
    into purest silver

    The recent blue moon was a classic offering for young and old. The next one will be centuries away

    Hank

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  17. Singledust
    Feb 20, 2018 @ 19:59:22

    I felt such peace in your haibun.

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  18. D. Avery @shiftnshake
    Feb 20, 2018 @ 20:13:21

    What a lovely night, well spent. I liked the alchemy of the haiku.

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  19. rosemawrites
    Feb 20, 2018 @ 21:05:08

    oh your phrases to show the phases of the night are a delight to a reading heart. this is so beautiful

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  20. el34ax7
    Feb 21, 2018 @ 05:26:42

    How I do love your words. You have a beautiful prose that just seeps down into the soul.

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    • kanzensakura
      Feb 22, 2018 @ 14:38:23

      Thank you Aaron. It is good to hear from you. I was worried about you there for a bit. ❤

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      • el34ax7
        Mar 23, 2018 @ 20:08:29

        Trying to get back on my feet. This was such an important part of my soul; I need to do it. Scary getting personal with myself again. 😀

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        • kanzensakura
          Mar 23, 2018 @ 20:30:27

          Helpers it is hard, devastating actually. But you gotta do it. Haul yourself up. Aaron, if you aren’t home, go back. You need to do tjis. Gather your bits of soul together, stay sober, and start living in the now. Take it from someone who almost lost herself. Be kind to you. Hugs.

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  21. memadtwo
    Feb 21, 2018 @ 05:42:57

    This is magical! But then, the moon gives its magic freely to all of us….(K)

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  22. sanaarizvi
    Feb 21, 2018 @ 11:36:52

    The grey holds within many shades of love and longing💞 Beautifully executed.

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  23. lynn__
    Feb 21, 2018 @ 12:31:05

    Fabulous haiku, Toni! Softly mysterious palette of grey; my favorite shade is “The frost glittered in the moonlight like faceted hematite”.

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