Haibun for nature’s magic

Well, I couldn’t resist. Another haibun for the dverse magical nature prompt. The five line verse is a gogyohka.

Meadow high

Life is heavy these days. Worries settle like indigestion in the silence of the night, rattling chains like Marley’s ghost and chasing sleep. The remedy, come morning, is to walk around the land, along the north path where the vines face south, down the west side where dog roses perfume the air, beneath the plum trees and the fig, to follow the stream east in the shade of poplar and oak, to listen to all that rustles and sings, barks and chatters, and let the peaceful words of running water sooth the night away.

stream babble-music plays

birds among the leaves trill unseen

a tangle of scents

furtive scuttle-rustle

grass stalks bend—wild secrets




after the rain the moon

like sand settling


in animal pelts


half grainy movement.

I sift the grains

the crosshatched trees

for the magical hare

in the pooled darkness

of these shifting seas

but the night closes

after the rain

full of moon-wash


my elusive wilderness.

All this magic

There is just so much box packing that the human spirit can tolerate before it atrophies. Taking a very short break to reply to the dverse prompt this evening.


That look that has lasted so many years,

a flame that has flickered but always flared again,

fire-bright, deeper than desire

and the well of wishes where the moon swims;

water-borne with otter grace,

the torrent of a child’s first melancholy wail,

delicate swish-tailed fish become hefty bawling flesh;

a dream plucked from a shared vision,

two hands that reached into the tingling darkness

of a distant night and found the same star;

fields and trees, a breeze from the south,

red fox-flash and the silent setting of the sun.

All this magic fallen into my cupped hands

to tip into your keeping,

yours, mine, forever.