Gift

I feel the night spirits beckon me 

The crowns of trees form a canopy overhead,

high above me, hiding the stars

A frost settles over all

moss and stone alike

A sudden breeze caresses my face

as sensual as a lover’s touch

Night voices whisper

The dark is quivering with life

Despair lifts , rising upward in a mist

I am overwhelmed 

An omen,

 a nocturnal gift 

Ellecee

Inspired by

imaginary garden with real toads - Get Listed

(my words: canopy, frost,despair,omen,sensual)

and

Skywriting - beckon

Deny

''

"Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?''

She procrastinates

sits with her Ipad 

meticulously crafting jigsaw puzzles

 A week's worth of dishes

pile high in the sink

dust bunnies everywhere

laundry too

The dog has to pee

OK

up for that

thank goodness

Why, why, why,

no answer

when when when

no answer

who, who, who

no answer

Celebrate?

What

This puzzle

isn't

pretty

Ellecee

Inspired by today's prompt from

imaginary garden with real toads

for

Cold

It's so cold outside. My fingers are tingling even with woolen gloves on. In spite of this I want to be here, walking. My dog rushes ahead of me sniffing at every track in the snow. Hoping for prey. What would she do if she caught something, I wonder. The trees are talking to me, groaning and snapping even though there is little wind. Perhaps it's from the frost. The snow is soft and billows up around my feet like a heavy mist. The dog pushes her nose through a drift for the thrill of it. I hold my camera steady and take a picture as the dog waits for me on the next hill.

It's a long way home

The snow covers our tracks now

The dog watches me

Reposted for 

Prompt Nights – Winter my dear would be cold without warm memories – [37]

I've chosen the cold without the memories, but the haibun in itself is a memory

so perhaps that will count :-)

Cool

Cool, cool

rush of pain

a red haze in darkness

shadows passing

returning

a song

the ticking of a clock

church bell

memories

cool, cool

rush of wind

pause

wait

there again

whispers

never understood

cool, cool

shadows clinging

leaves rustling

arms encircling

cool, cool

day of the dead

final reckoning

"ellecee"

Written for

Prompt Nights – A Million Years Howl When Voices Whisper Among The Trees – Halloween Special [33]

COLD

Haibun Reposted from Ellecees Eye

It’s so cold outside. My fingers are tingling even with woolen gloves on. In spite of this I want to be here, walking. My dog rushes ahead of me sniffing at every track in the snow. Hoping for prey. What would she do if she caught something, I wonder. The trees are talking to me, groaning and snapping even though there is little wind. Perhaps it’s from the frost. The snow is soft and billows up around my feet like a heavy mist. The dog pushes her nose through a drift for the thrill of it. I hold my camera steady and take a picture as the dog waits for me on the next hill.

I do this everyday.

It’s a long way home

The snow covers our tracks now

The dog watches me

Ellecee