Haibun Monday at dVerse, and we're
challenged to write a haibun on "beginning… again"
I am reminded of a childhood song we used
to sing on the school bus ...
"I knew a man named Michael Finnegan
He grew whiskers on his chin again
Along came a wind and blew them in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan begin again"….and it
would be repeated endlessly!
Presented to dVerse
January 6, 2020
It has been a winter of sorrows and farewells. It’s
difficult to think of beginnings when reeling
from three funerals and the overwhelming feeling
that the pieces of my life are falling away. Yet each
day brings a beginning…granted a beginning of life altered
by loss of familiar voices and dear faces, but a beginning
to prepare for move into a new home in Spring, the
joy of watching the lives of youngsters in the family
as their lives unfold, and the blessed assurance that
Spring will come again.
bleakness of winter
a time to anticipate
Spring’s new beginning