The shortest night of the year. On my latitude that means no real night at all. No real dark. Dusk lasts all the way to dawn.
About an hour before sunrise, the overcast sky started to rumble. Those deep booms of thunder, that’s felt in the bones. That awakens sleepers from their dreams.
As I lay holding my youngest child. Reassuring him back to sleep. I took soul deep pleasure at the mighty sound. I’ve always loved thunderstorms.
The last thing I remember hearing before falling asleep. Was my mind starting to compose poetry from the sound, and the first drops of rain.
As thunder booms and
lighting crackles, the witch feels
safe in Gaia’s arms
Today’s Haibun is written for Haibun Monday at dVerse.
I’ve spent the day contemplating and writing those thoughts that begun during the night. I’m sure some of it will appear later in the week.