A newly blossomed sky in January

Firstly, empty the pockets of doubt, as brilliance of sun hits the rooftop, so much of the old year lies scattered in the wind, one forgets that time possesses its own persona when it comes to changing mankind’s.

I sit down with a mug of coffee on the second day of January, feel the wind rush past my cheeks, as feeling gives way to achieving what’s buried otherwise beneath the mauve cardigan and skinny jeans. What is hope? How many hours are wasted while waiting for the right moment to appear and serve, I’d lost count somewhere during my thirtieth year in winter.

Dice those potatoes, add the green onions, there is nothing here to dictate how the year should be spent. I am of the opinion that charcoal trees need only a whisper to begin finicking, it’s an age-old norm that seeks to confuse those with heart. I believe in trusting one’s own timeline.

Dormant beneath snow
earth of yesterday now lies
footprints of my own.

 

 

 

Photo credits: Aerial Photography of buildings by Lucas Miguel, Unsplash. 

Posted for Haibun Monday: Fireworks and a Dripping Tap @dVerse Poets Pub

Comments

  1. Grace says:

    I love this part: I believe in trusting one’s own timeline. and footprints of my own. Happy New Year!!! May the year ahead be joyful and bountiful with your own timeline.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! Happy New Year to you too! 💄❤️

  2. Björn says:

    Hello, I hope you will find a great reward for your waiting this year you are worth it… and trees will bloom again.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Yes, hopefully! Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the haibun resonated with you! Happy New Year! 💄❤️

  3. Linda Lee Lyberg says:

    A beautiful, hopeful haibun, Sanaa!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you liked it! Happy New Year! 💄❤️

  4. I love the idea of emptying the pockets of doubt, a great way to describe optimism, Sanaa! I also like the description of the old year lying scattered in the wind. I shall be dicing potatoes and adding green onions! Your haiku I perfect.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Kim 😍 so glad you enjoyed it! Happy New Year! 💄❤️

      (and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹

  5. msjadeli says:

    Beautiful reflections, Sanaa.

  6. A wonderful Haibun, Sanaa. I love your haiku… yes..let last year nourish us as we make our own footprints in 2023!

  7. K.hartless says:

    Love this brave advice to “trust our own timelines.” The fun is often in the tasks not the outcome.

  8. Each one of us has our own clock, it’s never too late for anything. Thanks for sharing this one, Sanaa!

  9. Sarah Connor says:

    I just love this, Sanaa – a beautiful stream of ideas and images. I love your charcoal trees, and your openness to everything.

  10. D. Avery says:

    I agree with your idea of the new year thing being a norm and that we should trust our own timelines, and that you show it through daily homey tasks like dicing potatoes and onions is so cool.
    I am quite likely to someday use “charcoal trees” but at a time and in a context that maybe you won’t feel like I’m stealing, or will take it as a compliment.

  11. Mish says:

    Perhaps we waste time hoping rather than taking those steps. You have wisdom and insight beyond your years, Sanaa. Happy New Year!

  12. Yes it is definitely OK to follow your own timeline and meander away from the road now and again ! I love this Sanaa ☺️💕 Happy New Year

  13. Sara McNulty says:

    “What is hope? How many hours are wasted while waiting for the right moment to appear and serve, I’d lost count somewhere during my thirtieth year in winter.”

    And of course, losing hope in winter gives you the right atmosphere. Wonderful, Sanaa

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