Time Is Running Out – A Haibun, 14 December

As the days shortens and the nights lengthens to midwinter it feels like time is running out. Like soon there be no time left to do anything. The awareness of the coming turning does nothing to alleviate this feeling. Add to that a ton of course work left, a child’s birthday to celebrate and only ten days left to Christmas Eve, and the feeling goes from uneasy to alarming. There really is very little time to get everything left to do done.

Time is running out
This odd year is about to end
Darkness flowing in

© RedCat

Image credits:

First image: Photo by Aron Visuals on Unsplash
Second image: Photo by Gerald Berliner on Unsplash
Third image: Photo by Justin Veenema on Unsplash

Monday Musings, September 6th – A Haibun

It’s been two weeks since I wrote a poem for the blog. Instead I’ve been busy writing mostly prose for my creative writing courses and reading and responding to other participants’ texts. I’ve also spent a weekend on the first mandatory group get together. Before getting on the train I had grand plans of what I was going to write for the blog in the evenings. That turned out to be utterly naive of me. When evenings came I was so tired I took long walks and then fell into bed without even having dinner.

Before this I had managed to build a routine writing poetry mostly in the weekday evenings and during the weekends. Now I have to build a new one reading and writing during the day, every day. Which has totally disrupted the old one. Right now I oscillate between being content I’ve kept every assignment deadline so far and feeling like a failure because I haven’t updated the blog. It will take some time to find a new equilibrium.

Honing my pen craft

Shedding papers like fall leaves

Waiting for calm winds


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Image credits:

First image: Photo by Markus Winkler on Unsplash
Second image: Photo by Bruno Martins on Unsplash
Third photo: Photo by Cedric Verstraete on Unsplash

Daily Haibun, August 3rd – Nervous energy

I’m fully of nervous energy. Running around in circles, but getting nowhere and getting nothing done. Started a gazillion things but finished nothing but the absolutely necessary like cooking. The rest have been left unfinished. Including the writing I was planning to do.

Days like this I have to practice being kind to myself. Instead of being hard and mean to myself. Accept it’s one of those days. That I can start again tomorrow. Tell myself that if reading is all I can concentrate on, then at least I can focus on one thing that is rewarding and educating.

Circling like a moth

Around again and again

Fear loving the flame

© RedCat

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Daily Haibun – August Days (2nd August)

August days. Hot and humid. Smelling of bone dry grass. Crickets playing. Gusty winds whipping trees around. Thunder rumbles. Lighting crackles. Sheets of rain.

Storm passes. Mist rises in dance. Pink and gold dusk clouds. Moon rises in deep blue. Orion marches across the sky.

First stirring of fall

Last days of sweet summer warmth

Harvest and school start

© RedCat

Today my Daily Haibun is written for Haibun Monday at dVerse.

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Daily Haibun, June 25th – On the Eve

© RedCat

In Sweden we celebrate on the eve of a coming holiday. Meaning we celebrate Midsummers eve, Christmas eve the 24th of December and Easter eve.

The explanation for this might go back to the time before mechanical clocks, when sunset signalled a new day, not midnight. Which makes sense in a setting with less changes in length of daylight than the far north.

So today been full of Midsummer Eve celebrations and smörgåsbord laden with food.

Why wait for sunrise
Begin the celebration
On the eve of things

© RedCat

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Daily Haibun, June 21th – Summer Solstice

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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

© RedCat

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.

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Bright Flower Moon – A Haibun

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Oh, how I longed for
magic returning under
the bright flower moon

The trees are that verdant spring green.
The fields are bursting with wildflowers.
The fiery passionate energy of spring is all around.
Buds bursting, animals mating, migratory birds sing their joy of returning to the lands of pale lighted summer nights.
Lifting the dark moods of winter, inviting renewal, change and growth.
Waking the song of lust and passion in my heart and soul.

Oh, how i wished for
a dream to become real
Now doubt, is it true?


Written for tonight’s Haibun prompt over at dVerse. Haibun Monday 5-24-21: Flower moon

“The Haibun form consists of one to a few paragraphs of prose—usually written in the present tense—that evoke an experience and are often non-fictional/autobiographical. They may be preceded or followed by one or more haiku—nature-based, using a seasonal image—that complement without directly repeating what the prose stated.”

from dVerse

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Monday Evening – A Haibun

Heat dissipates in waves. Sweat turns cold and clammy. I stretch muscles that are stiffening. Already aching with exercise pain. My mind echo with the song I’ve just danced the happy Jive to. Suffused with the endorphins a good workout gives, it’s calm and at peace. Outside the window the full moon rises over the treetops.

In the silver light
Thoughts swirl like moths round and round
Time to say goodnight

© RedCat

Written for tonight’s Haibun prompt over at dVerse.

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