Monday, November 14, 2016

December Birthday

Having a birthday in December and hoping for good weather is always a toss-up – it’s either unseasonably warm or bitterly cold.  I took the day off for my milestone thirty-fifth birthday, with hopes to enjoy a few outings under a sunny sky.  Instead, I sat home watching thick snowflakes stick to everything that stood still.  The roadway and sidewalks became ice patches waiting to trick some poor soul’s feet.  I listened to school closing and traffic delays while sipping oranges inside my apartment cocoon, which now felt like a darken cave.  This is not how a person should spend a birthday – all alone.  Surely God knew how much I despised snow – was I being punished?

winter’s arrival
causes the skies to shed tears
as large white snowflakes

12 comments:

  1. How sad. It sounds like a perfect birthday to me but then, I love snow! The haiku is breathtaking.

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  2. I know the feeling having my birthday in January

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  3. a birthday alone is never fun. I can see why the clouds were weeping snow.

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  4. Sometimes birthdays don't turn out so "happy" after all...

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  5. Birthdays are stones
    of miles that weigh
    me down in years
    gone past.. hmm..
    35.. 21 years ago..
    a full generation..
    and what
    i lEarned
    was/iS
    iT was/Is
    the stress
    that was taking
    the light emotions
    away and replacing
    that with the weight of
    numb and dark.. stones.. born again..
    is nothing
    more
    than
    heARt
    aGain..
    spiriT
    of EmoTions
    FeeLinG SeNSes ExpREssing
    MoVinG.. CoNnectinG. CreaTinG..
    SenSes groWinG
    liGht as mINd and
    BoDy soUL BaLaNcinG
    aGAin..
    tHeRe's
    nothing
    really religious
    about this.. just animal common sense..
    cats play at 20
    who are wild
    and free..
    they
    can't
    make the
    jump to the
    counter often
    at 10 worn
    down
    and
    domesticated
    by the hand of human cultures...
    and you know/feel if i couldn't prove it
    in 12 million words and 100K photos..
    all online as such..
    someone might
    call me full
    of it at 56
    and
    the faCt iS liFE..
    iS
    iT StiLL GroWinG..:)

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  6. ooh! I've been there. Not the bet time for ice and loneliness. I feel your poem. Big hug!

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  7. Snow on my birthday would be wonderful...horses for courses huh?

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  8. I can empathize with your situation ~ Hope the next year will be a better one and you can celebrate for a week to make up for it, smiles ~

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  9. Ah well, at least it has given you a haibun with a vibrant sense of immediacy.

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  10. Maybe we place too much emphasis on always having to have a happy birthday...too much pressure I think! :) Life doesn't always cooperate does it?

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  11. Well this lonely birthday brought forth this lovely haibun. I could feel the sadness of the skies shedding those giant snowflake tears. Nice visual. Hope you have many sunnier birthdays to come!

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