Haibun: Fierce and Hot

This evening I could stare back into the fierce eyes of the day, eyes veiled by the clouds. 

Leaving two minutes earlier than yesterday, she has no less fire. Maybe sheā€™s bolder to dissuade those of us who say, ā€œwell the days are getting shorterā€ā€” today she showed up with 107 when yesterday was only 100. Sure she is peace and steadyā€”sheā€™s the drift and sway of when we fondly reflect on ā€œSummerā€ā€”but fire is her essence. 

Her high heat is reality, but her voice echos a bit more. Her voice hollows out a little, being carried more by the momentum of what was before the solstice reversal. Iā€™ve known for a few years that since the end of June, the fundamentals of the heat change and shift to cooler, even when I canā€™t feel it. I know, intellectually, how the days shrink because we pull towards winter.

But yet, I know the burn with any rock I touch. My every breath is even more heat: her fire and her will to be the ember aglow, not the gray coal from summerā€™s past. And then I start to lose all this thought, anxiety pulls me from my eyes. I compare myself to all these shifts. I am no longer with this setting sun, this moment now, but in the worries of past and future. 

I walk away from the brilliance of summer with a mindless, ā€œgoodnight.ā€


these burning clouds set
smoldering for yet more heat.
but tonight, pink skies



& Haiku: Smoldering Clouds

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