Layers of putty grey clouds hover on the horizon. Empty masts jut upward from small boats bobbing in waking waves.
Look right: off in the distance, pale blue sky meets roof tops of white clapboard buildings; the town, a twenty-minute walk away. Look left: eyes squint as water glitter-gleams. The sun appears then disappears, valiantly trying to break through slow moving, darkening clouds. A lone gull perched on jetty’s peak, preens itself then sits, nature so statuesque, as waves slap against stone, lap into shore.
Morning pauses, weather waits . . . deciding on its temperament for the day.
early September ~
dalliance between summer
and crisp autumn days
Posted to dVerse, the virtual pub for poets, where today Frank asks us to write a poem that includes descriptive detail.
My haibun (prose followed by a traditional haiku that includes a seasonal reference) is about what I saw this morning, sitting on the deck of our annual two-week rental in Provincetown. Photos document the view! Provincetown is at the very tip end of Cape Cod.
lillian the home poet 
I could feel myself sitting with you , enjoying the serenity of the morning! You annual trips are truly good for the soul!
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Wish I was there to share in the pleasures of such a tranquil location.
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I like how those waves “slap against stone, lap into shore” and the valiant effort of the sun on that cloudy day.
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Looks so peaceful!
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I love how you describe the pivotal point between summer and fall in those clouds at the horizons… I get a sense of a calmness that is restless.
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/calmness that is restless/ really nails the poetic vibe. I admire how much you are able to be inspired by wherever you are; a poet’s heart you have indeed.
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“Morning pauses, weather waits .” a holding breath moment beautifully juxtaposed with these two phrases
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You had me looking left and looking right! I love the Italians between summer and autumn days. You captured the mood, the feels, the sounds and the sense the time perfectly.
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I love P Town. But then i love any town by the ocean. Tbis has a calm morning feeling to it.
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Morning pauses, weather waits . . . deciding on its temperament for the day.
I loved this line so much! If only we had influence…
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Excellent writing Lillian — wonderful descriptors.
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Lillian, I love the imagery you create here.
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I didn’t even think of a haibun, but it’s a natural form for description. You’ve painted your picture beautifully. (K)
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Your poems take us to the shore. Beautiful.
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This is an exquisite sound sentence “…waves slap against stone, lap into shore.” I could hear it!
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Such gorgeous imagery. I am right next to you, looking left, looking right.
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Love that haiku!
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Wonderful dalliance. Well done Lillian
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