The sunrise is a tidal wave of colour crashing into the pale morning air. At this time of year the sun rises in exactly the right place for me to see it from the bedroom window – a forest fire on the horizon, a glorious energy. It’s the first thing I see today, as if the sun has waited for me to wake, like a child waiting to tell a secret or share a story. What story does the sun have for me today? A tale of apples – always, inevitably, apples – and golden quinces, warm in my hand. A story of sunshine. The tale of a boy who smiles through his distress and thanks me, when all I can give him is my attention. Of a woman who shares her fear and trusts me to hold it for a moment or two before she leaves to go back into her world. A story of laughter, of singing off key on the journey home. Of a piece of toast, a cup of tea, a basket of washing. A love story, I think.
Dancing fire wakes me
And the clear liquid falling
Music of songbirds
Grace has given us a prompt for a dVerse haibun – looking for the extraordinary in our day. I had to mention the apples that are piling up around me! It was good to reflect on my day. I am so lucky.
The last sentence really makes this extraordinary…. and yes the apples too. Love that.
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I’m rather looking forward to writing something that doesn’t feature apples…
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Apples and quinces! We have them too! I love the way your prose shifts from a panoramic view of morning to zoom in on relationships and then toast, tea and a basket of washing. And then the music of the songbirds falls!
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Thank you. I quite liked having a moment of reflection. It’s been a strange day, somehow. I’m glad somebody else grows quinces. I love them so much.
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I love quinces as well and have a quince bush. The haiku for this is remarkable. And a love story…love of nature, love of tea and toast, love of other people…a truly extraordinary haibun
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Thank you. It was a fortuitous prompt. I appreciated reviewing my day.
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Or days are extraordinary,aren’t they?
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I love that your day is a love story beginning with that beautiful gift from the sun each morning.
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Morning sun is always riven with possibilities. Soon we will miss the fresh apples and have to settle for small and mealy cold storage ones.
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Oh such a whirlwind of emotion here ❤️ I especially love “as if the sun has waited for me to wake, like a child waiting to tell a secret or share a story.”❤️ Beautifully rendered.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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What a lovely day of sunshine, apples, quinces and stories of laugher and love ~ You are indeed blessed ~ And your haiku of music of songbirds is delightful ~
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A delightful haibun Sarah, enjoyed it very much..
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Thank you.
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Wow. What a tale you spun here. I like the way you described the rising sun.
“The sunrise is a tidal wave of colour crashing into the pale morning air”
“a forest fire on the horizon, a glorious energy.”
“It’s the first thing I see today, as if the sun has waited for me to wake, like a child waiting to tell a secret or share a story.:
Well done. 🙂
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i think all of life is a love story, if only we pause long enough to watch and listen.
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“A love story I think.” YES.
And this:
“…a woman who shares her fear and trusts me to hold it for a moment or two” — adore this.
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I once had an 8-year-old girl “hand” me her worry. Literally. I was her camp counselor and she was tumbling her mind and heart over something that had happened, and she turned and looked up at me, and said, “Can I give it to you?” And, even not really knowing what she meant, of course I said YES and she handed me something invisible, but obviously very, very heavy. And then she smiled like the sun, and ran back off to the next activity, lighter than air.
Sometimes I think of her and remind myself that others are here to hold us, to hold our fears and our worries alongside us. And that a loving God waits to hold it all for me, too.
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Off key songs…wonderfully alive words….thank you.
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A beautiful haibun and haiku about love and more love, which shows through in so many ways.
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Thank you so much!
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oh this is filled with such fine detail….so many moments of wondering what the new day shall bring…..I especially like the moment of fear you are entrusted with, even for just a moment…and then smiled at the singing off key on the journey home. Really enjoyed this one! 🙂
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SO much to love about this haibun…the image of the sun rising as you wake each day, the stories of the sunrise, the diversity and layers of those stories, an ending that speaks volumes. Oh and there’s that gorgeous haiku.
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I love this: “A story of sunshine. The tale of a boy who smiles through his distress and thanks me, when all I can give him is my attention.”
Also this: “A story of laughter, of singing off key on the journey home.”
Yep. The last line of the paragraph is consistently my favorite. No different here: “A love story, I think.” … Excellent.
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Isn’t it wonderful? I think this is, by far, my favorite prose of the week for the haibun. That ending line. Goodness.
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting. I love this interaction.
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I just love this to bits. All of it.
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Awesome! Felt your presence today 🙂
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Thank you!
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a narrative filled with fruit and fruitful relations beautifully told and terminated with a tantalising tangental haiku
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