Warmth in September’s Chill
Days that were cool, but just as often warm, always led to cooler nights, and walking from the barn to the house through damp evening grass meant sitting by the wood burning stove to dry the cuffs of our jeans while waiting for dinner. It didn’t matter if they became wet again as we walked across the lawn later in the night, because it meant sitting by the open flames of the firepit, sometimes the highlight of our weekend visits, where they could dry once more. And if that meant we had the cool night air against our backs it also gave us a reason to stand and turn to warm that side as we gazed at the beauty overhead.
vast blanket of stars
blazing light in the night sky
timeless memories
This is my response to Haibun Monday: September Song,
the prompt from Xenia Tran at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.
Though miles and years apart from those visits to my parents’ country home,
the fire in the photo is from a recent family gathering
that I know my parents would have enjoyed greatly.
A beautiful haibun Ken and such lovely memories. The fire from your recent family gathering has blue spirit flames – I can imagine your parents sending smiles from where they are now.
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Beautifully written – love the drying of cuffs – to simply sit at ease – taking time to just be.
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Love the warmth from the firepit. How amazing to see that vast blanket of stars.
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This reminds me of childhood.
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I felt I was there, Ken! Wonderful, vivid detail.
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There’s a great tranquility in the scene you paint here. (K)
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The theme was capturdd very nicely in the short saunter down memory lane, infused with subtle emotion..
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really felt the warmth in your words.
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You’ve painted a lovely picture, Ken, and a gorgeous haiku to top it off.
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Sounds like this place. Except for the lawn 🙂 More of us should look at the stars.
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That scene is familiar to me. This one resonates!
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100% I relate to every wonderful word in your Haibun which reads like a beautiful stream of consciousness. Life on a farm, wood stoves all part of my past.
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The details and imagery tell so much more than a simple memory. The warmth of family and love is kindled into your words. Very nice, Ken.
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Sounds like a wonderful time! I could smell the smoke from the wood fire. 💜
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I do remember those autumn fires… we used to have them often when I was a child.
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I can smell that autumn fire. Warm and cozy poem, Ken.
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