A Perfect Day
Some days are almost crystalline in the memory: they shine like diamonds in the blue perspective of the distant past.
winter wind
a broken branch
lit by gray-green lichens
New Year's day,1981, was like that. I spent the day with my future wife, Joyce, wandering around the Eno River in the Piedmont of North Carolina. The weather was perfect for January in the South— clear with a pale, yellow sun and temperatures in the mid-50s. Chilly but pleasant.
We explored the oak and maple forests bordering the river, admiring its stark, wintry beauty, and happy with each others' middle-aged company. We pointed out birds' nests and the occasional larger, leafy squirrel's homes in the bare boughs. Always, the river was a strong background presence, winding through stone outcroppings and sandy shores.
winter evening
at home
with stars
First published in Contemporary Haibun Online
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015
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