Clouds obscure the sky and the Winter moon is only noticeable because of the chill in my heart. It is hard to describe. Hard as the lack of feeling in the cold moon. Hard as the ice that falls at night and freezes the world.
Imagine an echo in a room so vast that you never hear it. A ghost of a ghost of a sound. So far away yet keening the heart. It is un-graspable both in reality and in words. A haunting of the soul that bites slow and hard.
Winter moon hangs cold
Dropped pebble leaves no ripple
no sound in the void
dVerse Haibun monday. Victoria prompts us
For our Haibun prompt today, I have chosen the Japanese Kigo, Fuyu No Tsuki—winter moon. There is a distinct quality to the effect of the moon when she casts her light in the winter sky. Here in the Northern Hemisphere, for those of us who live in climates where snow prevails (maybe too much in some areas as I write this) she paints the white landscape a beautiful blue and she creates such an amazing backdrop for bare branches in silhouette. For those of you in the Southern Hemisphere, I hope you, too, will describe your experience of the winter moon for us.
Here is a short quote about Fuyu No Tsuki from a Japanese perspective: Fuyu No Tsuki has a pale tint that indicates a kind of coldness deep within—solemn and clear, a frame of mind.