
Blue Moon
In late September we are still in daylight savings time but since the equinox, the earlier darkness has switched up the night sky. Now the moon is brightly lit shortly after sunset but is still hung so low you could almost reach up to touch it.
The sun too has moved its place of descent and paints the evening elsewhere on the canvas in its in brilliant pink and golden hues.
Nature is slowly nudging us towards the seasonal changes and many go willingly forwards, accepting and thankful. Whereas I mourn long summer days where I could could live forever.
Staring at the moon Heart-heavy and moody-blue Another ending Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Image by Robert Karkowski from Pixabay
Frank Tassone is hosting Monday Haibun at D’Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with the Moon. October will bring ups both the Harvest Moon and Blue Moon.
It is difficult to leave the long days of summer behind–even for my favorite season, Autumn. Wonderful write!
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Thanks so much Frank!
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This is exquisitely drawn! 💝 Change is not easy to cope with and that too when it comes to the change in season. I love; “the moon is brightly lit shortly after sunset but is still hung so low you could almost reach up to touch it.” It is the same way here! 🙂
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Thanks you Sanaa. A week or so ago we were just at a crescent moon an d it was spectacular. It looked like a hook I could just reach out and hand something on. It was so beautiful 🙂💕
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I’m with you… the only blessing is the vibrant color for a few weeks.
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Yes, the colors are pretty but the days become so short, don’t they? 😕
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Loved this line the most:
“Now the moon is brightly lit shortly after sunset but is still hung so low you could almost reach up to touch it.”
This piece has so much beauty. It’s so delicate and tangible. A fantastic take on the prompt!
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Thank you Lucy! I really appreciate your kind words ☺️💕 You are very sweet. I do love the moon.
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Love the poignancy of your post.
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Thank you Sadje ☺️
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You’re welcome my dear
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Very nice haibun Christine! The longer days are really closing in on us. I am ready for fall. Summer here was way too hot for me. I liked your fitting haiku ending!
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Thanks Dwight. I must admit I complained a little more than usual about the heat this year. Even today it was 90 and so oppressive. I couldn’t believe it was me! I can handle cooler, I just don’t like the shorter days 😧
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I understand!
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‘Whereas I mourn long summer days where I could could live forever.’ – I am with you on this. I am certainly more of a Spring-Summer person, though I am learning to appreciate the beauty of every season!
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Yes Ingrid, appreciation …. different from love ☺️💕
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I love the thought of reaching up to touch a low-slung moon, Christine! The use of colour in your haibun is right on season and so lovely, as is your haiku.
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Thank you so much Kim ☺️💕
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Wow I love this one… and first time I’ve heard of a Haibun
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Thanks Jay ☺️ Yes, it’s a nice form isn’t it?
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Yes… and glad to learn something new from you 😎
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Awesome Christine.
A Haibun. Another nuance to writing!
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Thank you my friend. I always enjoy the Haibun ☺️
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I enjoyed your haibun poetry!
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Thank you Myrna ☺️
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“Staring at the moon
Heart-heavy and moody-blue”
Expresses your haibun’s sentiment perfectly Christine!
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Thank Rob. Hope you’re well ☺️
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Love the visual of ‘nudging us forward’ … I go, grudgingly as well.
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Many of us do Helen ☺️💕
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Perhaps the shortening days can help us truly appreciate the long days of summer but “heart-heavy and moody-blue” describe an honest ache over passing of seasons.
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Yes Lynn. I always feel it more in January 😕
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January can be a long month…
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Indeed …long and dark 😕
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“moody-blue” is fitting. It does make people’s thought go where they might not otherwise.
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Yes it does Ken 😕
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I’m with you on that… today it was dark when I went up, and still it felt like dusk when work commenced… I miss the long daylight.
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Yes, it certainly affects me.
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