I do neither crave adventures, nor a struggle to brighten Monday mornings. When riding bicycle to work there are little changes every day. Every morning’s different. Today for instance air had claws and teeth; there was taste of autumn and the sun lacked warmth. My hands were colder than before, maybe it is time for thicker gloves. The path around the lake is narrow; it winds and snakes; and there behind a curve a cyclist or a dog who strolls its owner might surprise me on my ride. I realize the brakes need fixing and how very close to water sky can lean. In the corner of my eye I notice how the mallards grown and how they bend toward their water mirror selfs. Perhaps they are only waiting for the further fall to come. And like every morning, I realize how rare commuting close to water really is. You don’t need unicorns to see the magic.
yet a leaf
succumb in tangerine —
thud of acorn’s fall
Today Grace hosts haibun Monday at dVerse and she wants us to find the extra in your ordinary day. Pay attention to let your story be first person and present tense. Put extra attention to the contrast between the haiku and the prose, and let them add another dimension to the whole using juxtaposition.
October 3 2016