season singing

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traversing the same route five times a week presents me a repeating view again and again and yes, again. the sight of houses, from well-made to thatched huts, occasionally interrupted by massive spaces filled with wild grasses or field of rice stalks, and once with a huge mall. the neighborhood will then be replaced with the passing silhouettes of trees lined prim and proper along the edge of the paved, wide highways. then the homes and factories and taller buildings will wave hello as if to signal the end of the highway and the beginning of the honk-filed and jam-packed city road.

with every single day passing, only the heat of the sun and the cold raindrop dripping are the signals of the Philippines’ two seasons’ ending — wet and dry. (and most of the time, like now, they seem to be fond of overlapping. like summer for the day and thunder and lightning for the evening.) as much as i wish to witness the season’s undressing from winter, spring, summer, and fall, i am only blessed by the summer sun and the sometimes gentle sometimes harsh monsoon showers. 

yet still blessed, yes, for i am among the billions of soul experiencing the warmth of morning sun and the darkness of the velvet evening. to live and to be living, itself is a blessing.

the summer sun and
the monsoon rain take their turns.
my grateful heart sings.

—

09.05.2017
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo by Devil_Jameson RAGE on Unsplash
In response to Haibun Monday: Komorebi by Toni of kanzensakura.
I would like you all to write a haibun about how you are affected by season changes, if you do any special activities, what you have done in the past or have planned for the future season between seasons
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33 thoughts on “season singing”

  2. This is beautiful, Rosemary! I think it would be wonderful to experience an evening monsoon but your words also make me grateful for our definite four seasons in Iowa, even if spring on the farm is “mud season”.

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  4. Most especially love these lines:
    “yet still blessed, yes, for i am among the billions of soul experiencing the warmth of morning sun and the darkness of the velvet evening. to live and to be living, itself is a blessing.”

    Yes indeed, thankful for every day.

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  10. You’ve captured the changing of seasons so beautifully. Here’s monsoon is going to begin its departure soon. I just hope it goes silently and quietly as possible instead of with a bang!! 😦 😀

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      1. I prefer summers and winters. I like bright blue skies and happy sunshine. Monsoon for me is always scary 😁🙈 We have three seasons: summer, monsoon and winter. Monsoon will be over by the end of this month or start of next month.

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      3. There’ll be a month of transition from monsoon to humid weather and then we enter into winter. Although last year it wasn’t cold at all 🙁 And I don’t like monsoon either. Actually I wouldn’t mind if it just rained without thunder🙉🙉 But it’s been going on for three nights in a row. Thankfully not too loud. But I hate it. Absolutely and positively hate it *covers ears and hides*🙉🙈

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  11. There may be more stress in going through all four seasonal changes. There are also mainly two where I live near Chicago: hot and cold. The in between just lasts a few months. All of it is a blessing.

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