Haibun: Letting

When the color bleeds out the clouds at dusk, night becomes. When the sun stays in the sky longer, even if a cold front moves in, summer becomes, winter drifts away. Khalil Gibran once said our joy and our sorrows are both substances of the same cup, the amount we hold of one is the amount we hold of the other. He goes on to say when one is poured out, the other fills its place. 

I think life is of the coming and going, the stories we tell ourselves is the volume of that cycle. Tell well…

cloud’s color letting,
leached for night’s setting, starting 
winter’s resetting