At this time of year
it’s always in the air
A hunger I can’t define
This hunger I must abide
Spinkled with the dust of melancholy
Rounding the borders of sadness
Hoping always that it doesn’t quite come to that but,
At this time of year
it’s always in the air
another rose blooms
even as autumn holds tight –
change cares for itself
Pat R
11/29/18
For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt today is change: “Transition”.
Here in the gray Pac NW, a lot of people suffer with SAD; even to the point of suicide. I was housebound in our basement for 8 months this year; ill health kept out of the sun. I had anxiety attacks and couldn’t sleep at night. My internal clock went haywire. I required meds to get things straightened out.
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Good to hear you got that attended to. I feel it coming and actively fight it. I make myself get out and go do something. It seems to help. Thanks for taking the time Glenn.
Pat R
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Not a classic haibun but an excellent poem. I do not suffer from SAD but do from chronic depression. I can feel it coming and make myself move and get out of the house. It is a bad illness. Glad you survive
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Yeah, truly not a classic haibun😊. Glad you’re making it through yours as well. Thanks for reading.
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Very nice! The dark days seem to do that to people. I too saw the last rose of summer blooming today, while waiting for the frost!
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How do they do that? Amazing, right☺
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Our brains seem to be like plants… they lean toward the light!!
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Aah! We could learn from that!!
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I like the imagery in your haiku. There are still roses holding out here, and our geraniums, too. Yes, it is a melancholy time of year, and I do have to force myself to get out. In November and December, I feel like I’m ready for bed at 5 PM. because of the darkness.
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I thought the last rose, was the last rose. But, no. Also, the butterfly bush is still blooming.
Yeah, I do force myself to get out as well. It helps. Thanks for reading Merril.
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You’re welcome. I’m glad there are still blooms.
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transition with the seasons can be so difficult, but knowing its coming can help with the preparation and maybe reduce the anxiety
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This is true. Thanks for reading Gina.
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Not a haibun as it should start with prose and end with a haiku….so doesn’t follow the prompt.
That said, I liked the poem. You are a good writer….hope that next time Haibun Monday rolls around on dVerse, you’ll try your hand at the haibun form.
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“change cares for itself” – nice. I can relate to the “hunger”
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Thank you VJ😊
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Nice last line: “change cares for itself”
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Thank you Frank.
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Beautiful. 😎🥀
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Thanks Dorna😊
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I know all about the depression in winter… every minute seems to be a bit darker.
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Yes, indeed!
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The shorter days are my least favorite part of autumn, but I love the cooler weather.
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That’s what I love about autumn too, the coolness. Also becsuse it’s time for a good wood fire.
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I have never known the melancholy you describe. I think those of us who grew up on a farm love harvest time, and look forward to winter as a time to rest!! The first time I visited Oregon I commented to the airline clerk as I was leaving (in November) that it was such a beautiful state I hated to leave. He replied, “But it rains from now to March!” No doubt he, too, experiences the melancholy!
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This made me smile😊. I can see looking at winter as a time of rest, it makes sense. Spending time on a farm is on my bucket list. It’ll probably turn out to be nothing like I imagined it to be. That airline clerk must have thought you were nuts!😊
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