There are two prompts for this week’ s Līgo Haibun Challenge:
“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough” – R.Tagore
“The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful” – E.E. Cummings.
I pressume because of the season and the mood I found myself appreciating moments just like a butterfly…
Those rare sunny blinks; echoes of Indian summer in October are like salt in the eyes. Still very much there, raw and burning… Burning because of being too rare, because of always passing too quickly and because I want to believe they are never supposed to end.
Colors start fading as the first frosts touch the golden foliage. The soft waves curling on the beach grow into roaring power, slapping the sand angrily. Caressing sunbeams reach for my skin but get tangled far up among the grey clouds. No ciccadas chirping their way through the night, nor bird songs greeting the dawn. Only laments of seagulls and vicious caws of crows.
Yet there still are those precious twinklings in between when nature smiles gently as the pace gets slower. Making me realise all the butterflies are still there, flapping their colourful wings safely in my summer memories. Giving me a bit of time to make my peace with what is gone and what is about to come. To look forward more moments to seize. They will be present – very soon, the whirling of white butterflies out there, making the world gain its innocence and hold its breath until…
deep under leaves
i put to rest summer memories