Just a few weeks ago, before October came to an end, we decided to visit Skogskyrkogården. Built in the first part of the twentieth century, this graveyard south of Stockholm is now a world heritage, and we have never been there. Today when snow covers the ground I look at the photographs and remember how we walked around on paths where pine trees stood as sentinels around the graves. I recall how much I loved the sense that nature seemed to dominate, and how much alive a place of death can be.
The chapels were closed for the season, but their modernist design seemed apt for a place to meditate. A cathedral in its gilded splendor can so easily detach you from your memories, but in company of a chapel’s clean white walls shadowed by evergreen trees you can face your past. Beside a plaque, candle lit, you can meet your thoughts.
‘fore all hallows eve
gold coins cover gravel paths —
poplars shedding tears
Today Toni let us write a haibun at dVerse on any subject as long as the subject is non-fiction and the haiku is about nature, using all the rules of haiku if we can (kigo, cutting words etc).
If you come to Stockholm I recommend a visit to Skogskyrkogården.
November 28, 2016