Damp and dreary today dawns, settles 'round my shoulders with a weary sigh. Mo(u)rning mists my glasses as I shuffle through leaves fast becoming grey; contemplate life slipping away silently without fanfare. No trumpet call, no pretentiousness; just color ebbing, leaving behind something once vibrantly splendid. Even the lake's silvery stillness indulges my mood, reflects an egret's gliding grace; angelic white wings soothing as a sweetly sung southern hymn. Canoes stacked, red, blue, green upon yellow, almost garish, hunker down for winter's bite yet able to yearn for spring's gentle caress and summer's bold laughter - but not these leaves. They must dissolve into the earth from which the came. I pick one up. Pocket it. Hesitant to let go. Find myself looking back, remembering the glory that was.
A thousand todays I've walked, yet yesterday's greying bloom lingers.
by Margaret Bednar, February 19, 2018
An English haiku is usually 17 syllables (three lines with syllables 5-7-5) but some websites say it should be less in order for it to be tighter and more similar to a Japanese haiku. I aim for about 17 - the Japanese haiku aren't always strict to their syllable count so I give myself a bit of leeway as well. It should hint at at season and usually the topic is love. I prefer to write it all in one line, not three, like the Japanese do.
I believe sorrow is best dealt with taking one day at a time and eventually becomes a bit comforting if we let it - the memories hopefully bring a smile to one's face instead of tears.
This poem is dedicated to Galen Haynes (aka G-Man) who passed away in December 2014. I miss this intelligent and generously kind man's presence here in the blogging world. I wrote this poem back in 2014, but I did tweak it a bit today: added the grey reference which I think works well along with a few other minor changes, changed the format to a haibun, and added my (as always) feeble attempt at a haiku.
This is linked with "dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday - The beauty & the misery of grey"