2020 Christmas season begins with a gray, gloomy winter view out my front window. Remnants of light snowfall melt into a muddy mess. Turning from bleakness, I behold the color of Christmas spread throughout every room. Our tall green tree lit with colored bulbs, covered with sparkling ornaments collected for 60 years from travels and special life moments in my family. Red candles in brass candlesticks glow, the scent of cinnamon and peppermint awaken my senses. Alone, missing my family, I close my eyes and they are here.
Redbird in front tree
Sings familiar melody
Amaryllis blooms.
(Written by dear friend, Lindsey Ein)
lillian the home poet 
Lovely haibun. Surrounded by a lifetime of the familiar and the happy memories they hold, it’s easy to look away from the bleak and the gray.
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Experiencing similar stimuli! Dread putting these sensory reminders of days gone by! 😢
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I love the movement through this haibun….through all the senses….from bleakness to bright colors; to delicious aromas; and to the song of the redbird. Just a beautiful haibun!
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I also love the progression oh your Haibun. We took our tree down yesterday and I marveled at how more than several ornaments have survived the years ~ since the ‘40s.
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Oh I love how you brought in the scents into the haibun… Christmas is a lot about scents
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Nice of you to share your friend’s haibun, Lillian. 🙂
I agree with Bjorn, as I enjoyed the scents along with the delightful sights of Christmas. Your haiku is full of hope and comfort through these trying times. Happy New Year, Lindsey Ein.
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Touching each ornament will bring them all back to you. Beautiful haibun.
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