Flames Dance in the Night
Sitting around the open fire, talking about the day now gone and watching the horizon pass from twilight to a dark expanse blending into the glorious band of stars that is the Milky Way. That was one of the rewards of the visits to my parents’ home in the country. Of course, during winter months those evening talks were indoors, the heat radiating from the wood stove slowly seeping into our bones after a day spent out on the snow. But the rest of the year there were those nights spent around the fire, its flames holding back the evening chill, sometimes past midnight.
flames dance in the night
sparks rise, dim against the stars
moon clearing the ridge
Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #60 The Quest for a New Masterpiece goes on … journey
asks us to write a haibun focusing on a journey we have made.
Image source: unsplash.com / by Felix Mittermeier
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A gorgeous haibun. Ken, and I can’t believe we’ve touched base again with the moon and stars!
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Thank you, Kim. It’s those great minds!
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🙂
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #8: Ken’s latest #haibun for Carpe Diem!
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Thank you for sharing, Frank. 🙂
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My pleasure, Ken!
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It sounds like a wonderful memory. Beautiful haiku, Ken!
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Indeed it is. Thank you, Merril.
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Nice memories. Enjoyed this.
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🙂 Thank you.
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Such a warm appeal to this story reminding me of my own nights by a fire.
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Built-in comfort. Thank you, Janice.
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The scene you have created is so idyllic – wonderful memories to have.
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Thank you.
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Ah, such Sweetness! (@–>–) (@–>–) (@–>–)
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🙂 Thanks!
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I remember almost up in the country.
The sky though – that clear view of the Milky Way is breathtaking.
The moon almost seemed within reach 😉
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It’s amazing what a difference there is. Even minimal light pollution doesn’t compare. I remember in the sixties, we were visiting my Aunt and Uncle who had a dairy farm nearby, long before my parents retired to the area – the southern tier of Western New York. We saw a brilliant flash and the horizon seemed to glow. We went for a ride to see just what it was. No luck. Turns out it was a meteorite that hit in the north midwest – Minnesota or somewhere out there.
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Besides the Pleiades, which I can sort of see out in my back yard – I remember seeing a shooting star when I was little. I couldn’t say if it was a named comet.
Oh, I did see the two tailed comet a few years ago in my back yard too! That was cool.
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