I look out of my daughter’s bedroom window – a habit I have acquired before I go to bed. The room is unoccupied for most of the time – drying laundry and empty boxes reside there these days. A large moon hangs in the cloud-breaking sky, directly opposite our house – glowing its other worldly white light through an oak tree. I quickly grab my phone and rush down the stairs, slip on some shoes and creep out of the house into our front garden. I feel strangely furtive snapping the sky in the dark. Gutters drip from the recent downpours. Only a few hours ago an arching rainbow glowed its magic in the same portion of sky where the moon is now centre stage. Clouds muffle the edges of the moon and a faint orange-hued corona surrounds it.
All I had to do was look out of the window. My daughter would have enjoyed it.
Prisms in the day
White light in the dripping dark
Hold me in their sway
Frank Tassone at dVerse Poets is hosting Haibun Monday (https://dversepoets.com/2021/05/24/haibun-monday-5-24-21-flower-moon/). Read the link and the wonderful responses from poets on the link.