dVerse Haibun Monday: Shimo No Koe, Voice of First Frost


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#Heartbroken

I awaken this morning to temperatures of 28 degrees Fahrenheit, open the back door and breathe in the purity of crisp, fresh air. Hoar frost designs sparkle on the deck and the vegetable garden sags—leaves like tears hang from the tomato and cucumber plants, light splashes of color awash on our maple and ash trees. The glory of the cerulean sky sings joy. Reality intervenes.

blood-red leaves appear
fall gently on the pavement
frost-beauty weeping

Today, I’m hosting Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets. The prompt is Shimo No Koe–Voice of First Frost. Please join in. The prompt is open all week.

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21 thoughts on “dVerse Haibun Monday: Shimo No Koe, Voice of First Frost

  1. Misky says:

    Brrr. Made me shiver. Described to perfection.

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  2. lynn__ says:

    Nature must also grieve at the cold-blooded violence of men…glad God speaks through beauty to comfort us.

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  3. Vaccinius says:

    This was very nice. 🙂 If summer is the sorrow, winter is the gladness, and by the disentanglement we cope.

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  4. kim881 says:

    I love the colour in this, Victoria, especially the stunning haiku – ‘frost-beauty weeping’!

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  5. Poignant and clear. You capture the ephemeral nature of season so well in this haibun! I love your line “leaves like tears.”

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  6. annell4 says:

    Very beautiful!!

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  7. Frank Hubeny says:

    Maple trees are beautiful in the autumn sky. The garden does seem to sag. It must be a tearful time for those plants.

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  8. You’ve so beautifully captured one of those early, crisp mornings! Bravo

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  9. qbit says:

    Love “frost-beauty weeping”.

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  10. ladynimue says:

    Short sweet and so engaging haiku

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  11. Sabio Lantz says:

    I enjoy the mix of beauty, death, departure and arrival — bright and drab.

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  12. This is a exactly the way nature can reflect any emotion… sometimes I see a garden like a canvas of emotions… the red could have been both first love or blood on pavement. I think that’s the best way relating to nature, we change not the woods.

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  13. Vivian Zems says:

    The idea of frosty red leaves- weeping. Good imagery.

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  14. Sue says:

    Great write…I love that last line

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  15. kanzensakura says:

    Oh Victoria your haiku is heartbreaking. But i felt the same way last yrae looking at my frost riddled garden and my sad wilted okra blooms. Alas for those in Las Vegas.

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  16. We are just beginning to feel a cooling in the air. This is so lovely, Victoria. I particularly liked, ‘frost-beauty weeping.’

    Hope all goes well with your husband’s surgery.

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  17. Glenn Buttkus says:

    28 degrees–that’s high plateau desert for you. Our mountain passes are around 3500 feet. You might be above that. We hope for no frost fury in October; wishful whimsey I suppose–helps me fully inhabit the Now, 5pm, blue sky with puffy clouds, 63 degrees, back door open to the screen, cat lounging in the lukewarm.

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