This haibun is for Jilly’s Jim Harrison quote:
“Nature detonates your mind with the incalculable freshness of the new day”
~ Jim Harrison
From this window—shutters just ajar, so I can spy the timid folk who graze and peck the meadow grass and not fright them with my human stare—the morning stretches, shadow-striped, a sleek and hungry cat.
In the west is night, lingering in the trees and in the dark blue sky. Faded stars still blink against the light and catch the waving tops of tallest trees. But here, in the face of the dawn, bloom rose and butter-pale flower clouds, ephemeral as the morning song of the oriole chorus, woodland, woodwind, windblown, brushed in gold dust, spangled with diamond dew.
Night curls at tree foot,
black fox, sunlight-shy, feigns sleep,
guarding dusk shadows.