January Joy, a Haibun
Unraveling the strings of Christmas lights from where they’d sunken into the evergreen bushes, the sun warm enough for me to remove my hat and hoodie, I considered the thoughts soaring through my mind. How in previous years this task of removing holiday cheer would have been met with melancholy but now I felt hope, joy even.
The seed catalogs had arrived with their stylized glossy photos of vegetables, fruits and flower, all wanting to be planted and picked. Rebirth felt at my fingertips, even if the next few months brought cold and snow. And this feeling in my chest? So much hope.
The cardinal’s song
whistled clear and jaunty.
Cold dark veils.