Have you ever listened to the moon? Really listened; have you ever marveled at Its silver tongue? Have you seen how well it speaks of autumn even when the summer still pretends to waltz with the sun?
Tonight the scent of apples blends with silver from an almost pregnant moon, but the gold of autumn leaves is left for sister sun to show. From the meadows by the lake mist-ghosts raise and darkly stretch their hands and fingers upward to the empty space beyond the moon-mask of the fall.
Somewhere here I realize that tomorrow the rain will fall, and the morning will be drizzle-dressed in grey, and how glorious the maple’s leaves will glow against heaven’s lack of colors.
harvest moon whispers —
cradled by boughs of an oak
a squirrel asleep
Today Frank hosts the haibun Monday at dVerse. The word is moon, which is wonderful to think about at this time of the year.
September 28, 2020
Björn Rudbergs writings 
So many delightful phrases to glean here, but my breath is caught by the movement from rapturous thought to peaceful slumber embodied by the squirrel 🐿 in the haiku! Beautiful.
So beautiful and rich in imagery, especially “lake-mist ghosts…” Love that! ❤ ❤
So good !!!
I’ll be listening for that silver-tongued moon’s secrets just as soon as the clouds have cleared, Björn. I love the way you play with colour in the second and third paragraphs, as well as appealing to other senses. You have created such a sweet image in your haiku.
I’m estatic at the imagistic feast you offer, Bjorn! Bravo!
“drizzle-dressed in grey” … I love that.
I think I’ve listened to the moon before: I love the images you’ve conjoured up here, especially ‘mist-ghosts’ raising their hands and the sleeping, cradled squirrel.
This is incredibly gorgeous, Bjorn! I especially love; “and the morning will be drizzle-dressed in grey,”… here’s to an uplifting next month! 💝
The season is captured well, here.
I love the whole poem, Bjorn, but especially your first stanza. Swoon!
Neil Young is one of my favorites and a wonderful accompanying tune.
“Tonight the scent of apples blends with silver from an almost pregnant moon” is glorious. Like letting the moon speak, and making her gender female, taking an olfactory clue and mingling with an image is clever/creative. By the by, I think “lake mist-ghosts” rise (not raise); smile.
An absolutely delicious Haibun and the perfect song to accompany it. Wonderful.
Luv your sleep induci ng moon, gimme some of that😊
Happy Monday Björn
Much💓love
I like the personality of your moon.
Beautiful words.
I love the scent of apples and the morning drizzle-dressed in grey.
How easy it was to picture the scene as I read this beautiful poem Bjorn.
A beautiful Haiku! You are right the bright colors seem to stand out even more on cloudy or even rainy days. The harshness of the sun is gone.
Beautiful imagery Bjorn! Love the contrast between the bright colorful day, and the silvered night, absent hues.
Some precipitation forecast here, too, Bjorn, which is a good thing, given our mid-level draught.
Your haibun’s a great one. Congrats.
BTW — absolutely one of my favorite songs from Neil!! Gorgeous, makes me remember falling in love… swoon!
I like the silvery misty imagery of the haibun, dripping with the damp of autumn. Just one quibble; almost pregnant? Either you are or you’re not 🙂
kaykuala
The Moon is not alone most nights but impinged on the trees, fruits even little creatures. Keeping company is part of its realization of nature’s blessings. Very much so Bjorn!
Hank
Wonderful use of the contrast of both color and light. (K)
There is such romance and mystery here. It makes me want to really listen…not interrupt. I never think of a squirrel as sleeping. I guess they must.
Your first line captured my attention and then it got better and better. A stunning piece! Bravo!
So beautiful, the first line of your haibun snapped me to attention as I talk and listen to the moon (do not tell anyone) …. Harvest Moon is my all time favorite Neil Young song.
Love this.. drizzle-dressed in grey,.. Live the imagery throughout.
Pat
I really enjoyed your haibun and the beautiful pctuures your words paint. Autumn leaves against a grey sky are a sight to behold but few seem to recognise that. Most go for images of brightly coloured leaves against a blue sky. Your haibun illustrates the natural world’s more subtle moments.
Such lovely imagery–mists to sleeping squirrel. This is a beautiful poem. And yes, I have listened to her.
I’m reading this on a dark, drizzly morning, but somewhere she’s there.
(Jane is right about almost pregnant.) 😏
Love that haiku, Bjorn (and that is my favorite Neil Young album.
Your words owned my soul while I read them.