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I sit by the fire, wine in hand, losing myself in the ever-changing display of flame, thinking of legends and lies, and a life well-lived, remarking on remorse and savoring victories. For the moment, I bask in a magic state of contentment, forgiving myself for mistakes made, accepting that I did the best I knew how at the time. I am, I thought, like the sharp-edged piece of mountain face that falls into a stream and tumbles ever downward, edges smoothed by obstacles encountered in its descent, arriving in the valley well-shaped and polished with the patina of time.
Pristine world of white
beyond frosted window pane
I'm inside, content.
Love the thought of the mountain and the time. Life is like that, with the beauty of patina. The haiku brought me back to the view with that wonderful scenery... You did great with your first haibun... they are addictive and fun.
ReplyDeleteContent for a moment... I like that. I wonder what the bird thought of you sitting inside.
ReplyDeleteNice photo with the cardinal positioned perfectly in the window adding a bright contrast to the white and gray woods. Also a nice thought about being a piece of the mountain reaching the valley well shaped.
ReplyDeleteLove that contrast, in out, warm cold, wild tame.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful ... all three elements work so well together. I had a sense of a lovely lightening of thought, as I moved through the pieces, ao that the mood was quite ethereal and serene, at the close.
ReplyDeleteOh my, this is wonderful. I love the vivid images and analogy you have given us here and the haibun offers another dimension.
ReplyDeleteoh wow bev....this is stunning and reflecting. sorta sucked the breath out of me. you are a wonderful scribe!
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