My daughter had the audacity to remind me Christmas is only six months away. Everything in me cringed. Didn’t that just happen, like yesterday? Yes, Christmas is great when it’s in front of me. She already is complaining about the heat. She loves three seasons out of four, and I slog through three seasons to get here. Can she just let me enjoy my one fleeting moment?
I look forward to a floral moon. I had no idea of its name, or any of it’s names. So many flowers in May last only a moment and then they are gone. Last week I had a little extra time. I wish I had helped my farmer friend milk his cows.
Floral moon blooms once
Live a moment at a time
Inhale every scent
Dversepoets.com A haibun for Monday. One to three paragraphs of prose with a haiku to follow. Prompt is to allude to May’s floral moon which is this Wednesday. Also called March moon or milk moon, when farmers milk three times a day instead of two.