Haibun: January

For Kim’s prompt for Haibun Monday. Although she asks for a limit of three tight paragraphs, I have revered to the original form created by Basho – one brief and to the point paragraph along with a seasonal haiku to close instead of the long haibun with much despcription.

January
The Christmas tree is put away for another year. Darkness covers the earth in early afternoon. Cold settles about the house like a snowy shawl. It seems dull without the lit Christmas tree. We sip slow simmered bean soup for dinner.
feral cats gather –
they mass together for warmth –
feeding them is joy

snowy yard

Haibun: Rainy Day

For Victoria’s prompt over at dVerse for Haibun Monday. the kigo and prompt for today is korogi – cricket. It is a kigo for early autumn/late summer. Summer ends August 7 approximately, in Japan.  Will also be posting this for the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads.

Haibun: Rainy Day
The day was hot, humid, and tight. I knew it was going to rain because this morning, I heard the tree frog’s deep groaning. Mama always said to listen to what the insects and frogs tell you. So I listen. At about 2:00 pm the sky poured down hard rain. The humidity cleared out for about 15 minutes. Now it is humid again and still – except for the voices of the cicada (semi in Japanese) and the crickets (korogi). The sound is almost overwhelming, as if they have to make up for the time lost during the downpour. The feral cats I feed have taken shelter down at the far end of the porch, as far as they can get away from me. I love the smell of the rain – not the pre-petrichor smell but the lush liquid smell of the rain as it drenches everything. It has apparently not drowned the insects though. The lone kitten is running around, chasing something. I take a few cautious steps closer and realize she is chasing a cricket, minus one of its legs now. I sneak back to my rocking chair and sit. Listening. Inhaling. It is almost the end of summer. The crickets and cicadas tell me so. The frogs open their throats and sing. More rain is on the way.
kitten plays intent
on crippled cricket – rain pours –
tree frog groans loudly

cricket and morning glories

 

 

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