A winter moon haibun for the dverse prompt. In memory of a great artist who is floating among the stars tonight.
There is such a moon tonight, so bright in the gale-swept sky, where rags and tatters of cloud still hang, motionless, like wreckage after a storm, such a moon to light the first night of a year that stretches ahead, dark and mysterious as a windy night. Perhaps she curves her path so close to touch a chord, to play on the strings that tie us to the heavens. There, above our heads, bathed in light is beauty that exists despite us, not because of us. Perhaps this will be the year we find the thread that links all things, and remember what it was like, to float among the stars.
Winter wind buffets
clouds from the distant ocean—
all things pass in time.