#Haiku Happenings #7: Merril’s latest #haibun for my current #haikai challenge!
Monday Morning Musings:
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.”
–T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding”
In the last week of the year, in the dark of December, we gather with family. We eat and eat some more. We drink and drink some more. We exchange gifts. We laugh at our goofiness, and we laugh to keep from crying. Laugh for joy, laugh to keep the ghosts at bay.
winter dark lingers
pale sun hides behind grey clouds–
winter birds still sing
There are endless lists—the best movies of the year, the best books, and the famous people who have died. This has been a year of horror for many, and a year of fear for my country. Guns, fires, protests, children abused and dying–and those nonstop tweets. We bury our heads in pillows, blanket our thoughts to pretend this is not happening…
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