Sunday Whirl – The Last Harvest Moon (Choka) – December 1, 2014

The Last Harvest Moon – Choka

as the breeze picks up,
canes rattle in harmony –
red leaves scattered
fall in the river and drown.
the monk bent with age,
walks along the road thinking
his secular thoughts
the splendor of youth now gone,
he gathers courage
to face another winter.
his arthritis plain,
his skin yellow and brittle …
then, a finch warbles
a cat rubs against his legs
he smiles down sweetly.

the last harvest moon
outlines the withered bent stalks
he walks and gazes
gathering the cold omens
whispered in the winter wind.

(c) G.s.k. ’14

I’ve just read the Carpe Diem Haiku Kai prompt for the first prompt of December entitled “accepting the finite” and have decided to link this choka, which speaks of the acceptance of the coming of “winter” and death.

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harvest, secular, splendor, breeze, able, scattered, plain, skin, bent, gaze, gathering, rattle

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28 thoughts on “Sunday Whirl – The Last Harvest Moon (Choka) – December 1, 2014

  1. You captured that feeling well of resigned acceptance of the seasons and our own mortality as the old monk is satisfied with such small things like the finch warbling and the cat rubbing against him.

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