Haiku From The Top Of Deck Ten
Dome of day-lit blue
Horizon laced with scarlet fire
Comes the Midnight Sun
Sky burns with sunset
Three hours waiting for midnight
A wet moon rises
The sky at midnight
Is lit with coral and pearls
The roof of the world
I hear them calling
Through time and the deep Northern sky
Great Gods of the past
She rises shadowed
In veils of amber and pearl
Wet moon from the sea
Incandescent West
The Midnight Sun still paints they sky
Sea gives birth to moon
Alabaster moon
Scattering a trail of stars
In the midnight sea
Woven in the West
Sun still simmers the midnight sky
Wet moon rises East
Midnight Western sun
The nightwalking moon rises full
a gift from the sea
West blazes midnight
East gifts the sky with marble moon
Silence sings between
Haiku From the Edge of Exhaustion
The last time I slept . . .
I cannot even remember
The last time I slept
From the East, far North
Today I have chased the swift sun
Half way ‘round the world
Study in pastels
Sunset over the Great Salt Lake
Sink me in the sun
West into fire
Coming home from the Midnight Sun
On wings of white light
All the world’s beauty
Is wrapped in this final soft light
The green hills of home
Dome of day-lit blue
Horizon laced with scarlet fire
Comes the Midnight Sun
Sky burns with sunset
Three hours waiting for midnight
A wet moon rises
The sky at midnight
Is lit with coral and pearls
The roof of the world
I hear them calling
Through time and the deep Northern sky
Great Gods of the past
She rises shadowed
In veils of amber and pearl
Wet moon from the sea
Incandescent West
The Midnight Sun still paints they sky
Sea gives birth to moon
Alabaster moon
Scattering a trail of stars
In the midnight sea
Woven in the West
Sun still simmers the midnight sky
Wet moon rises East
Midnight Western sun
The nightwalking moon rises full
a gift from the sea
West blazes midnight
East gifts the sky with marble moon
Silence sings between
Haiku From the Edge of Exhaustion
The last time I slept . . .
I cannot even remember
The last time I slept
From the East, far North
Today I have chased the swift sun
Half way ‘round the world
Study in pastels
Sunset over the Great Salt Lake
Sink me in the sun
West into fire
Coming home from the Midnight Sun
On wings of white light
All the world’s beauty
Is wrapped in this final soft light
The green hills of home
6 Comments:
Winnie,
Your Haiku described the heart of your whole journey so vividly and concisely. How does such beauty eminate from the exhausted wanderer? I thought of you every day that you were absent from the Abbey and I rejoice in your homecoming.
Winnie
I am so glad to see you back in the abbey. I look forward to hearing of your journey.
Welcome back. Such a swag of beautiful things to return with.
Lovely to have been and to be home
we who have missed you greet you with our love as always
Oh Winnie, all your pictures and words carried me along for a peek into your marvelous journey. So glad you have shared not only the pictures but your inner feelings. You brought back to us a wonderful gift. Jane
Your journey is as expansive as the moon's.
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