dverse Haibun Monday: The Sky IS the Limit
Today, I would like for you to write your haibun about the day sky – from dawn to dusk and any time in between. From you I am requesting a haibun of one paragraph and one paragraph only. Please make this tight and of course, it is non-fiction. Write about the sky – the sky the day you were married, a sky from a childhood memory, lying in the grass and looking up at the clouds, a rainy sky, a snowy sky, any daytime sky.
The sky sat low on the mountain top. Swirling wisps of fog painted a grey and white horizon. I watched as the sky slid lower, erasing the landscape, leveling the world, softening the sounds of life to a sleepy hum. This blanket of mist crept closer still till from my window all I could see were vague shapes of trees and hints of deeper greys. It could have felt eerie, menacing, a gothic shiver of apparition unfolding. Instead it was a tranquil enveloping like the drowsy moments before drifting to sweet dreams.
Clinging, foggy tendrils
blanket the heavy-eyed day
snug in downy dreams