melancholy (haibun)

This is a time of year a virus peaks its ugly head around mid-November.  It  spreads a virus to those most vulnerable. You may not “catch” it at the same time; you may not catch it every year and yet, there does not seem to be guaranteed antibiotic to cure its infective powers.

September days start waning as the sun sets sooner; October days rob you of nature’s dinner’s sweetest and most potent “digestif”.  November drops its veil of hoary matter and thickens day after day, week after week hiding nature’s Monet, slowly slipping into Picasso’s  Blue period.   Nights are longer than days and symptoms of this virus multiply

Humans are deprived of nature’s nutrient feeding brains with hope and cheer. Life, death, separation and loss blend.  Waiting, as it stings open wounds and those who’ve barely healed  are reminded  of life’s demises.

Children as well as adults struggle through these muddy paths sucked into the windstorm of grief and loss adjusting  to season’s changes in the depths of their heart and soul.

Staring out her window, faithful cat by her side,  cloves comes to mind. That dark bud stares at her, hard and bitter scents bleed into her soul, remembering  Grandmaman in the kitchen adding spices to the turkey dressing.  A portion of sage, pepper, salt and savory, are measured in the palm of her hand.  She smiles when asked the portions as she adds just a pinch of cloves.  Only she had the antidote that lifts the greyness of the soul and makes the heart beat anew.

Mother’s spice of life
unopened flower buds
cloves of promise

© Tournesol’15

The prompt at Linda Hill’s Friday reminder for Stream of Conciousness Saturday is “clo”

 

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26 thoughts on “melancholy (haibun)

    • Ah, merci, ma belle Julie! I was careful not to include Picasso’s Blue Nude since we are trying to get out of this mood …hence, clove plant…les clous de girofle have many health benefits but the scent of cloves and sage remind me of GrandMaman:)

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    • Ah, merci, ma belle Julie! I was careful not to include Picasso’s Blue Nude since we are trying to get out of this mood …hence, clove plant…les clous de geroffe have many health benefits but the scent of cloves and sage remind me of GrandMaman:)

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  1. Thanks for letting me know your poem is here. So powerful, and as you said melancholy. I’m glad you also included the memory of your grandmother and the haiku. Both made me smile!

    I don’t have those associations with September-December. I remember getting really depressed every January and February though. One year I made a list of all the big life events that happened during those months of my life, some traumas, some not, but loss of some kind was usually involved. I was amazed at how long the list was. I decided to start going to India in January and February to see if that would shift the pattern and it did. As soon as the energy shifted, I switched my annual India trip to late November and December though. India is way hotter in January and February! 🙂

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