I observe the morning moon perform a high-wire act. After billions of years, she knows how to balance—movement in stillness, invisible and visible, silent in song. In her silvery glow, owls hunt, tides roll, and lovers kiss. Yet, time has no meaning for her. Past and future converge and separate in rippling waves. She smiles, watching us, then blinks and we’re gone. Or not. Our ghosts, like moonflower orbs, dance on in her light.
Pink petals bloom now
where once russet leaves drifted—
the moon hums, unfazed
A Haibun for Frank’s Flower Moon prompt on dVerse. I wasn’t going to do it because I’m so behind on reading—and everything—but, the moon. . .
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
I love when the moon dares to show during daylight… you have to look carefully
Thank you! I don’t know why, but I love morning moons.
The moon as a high-wire walker: wow, that’s special, Merril! Love the photo and your words of tribute to the ‘unfazed moon’ 🙂
Thank you very much! You can perhaps tell I’ve been sitting at the computer too long. 😀
Ah, a haibun that reads like an ode! Beautifully done, Merril!
Thank you, Frank. I hadn’t thought of that, but I suppose it is an ode to the moon. She deserves one.
Your haiku emphasizes that constant amid changes. Well done.
Thank you, Ken. I haven’t written a haibun in a while. 😀
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Luv the flowers bloomibg under the moon. Happy Monday. Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💚love
Thank you and you’re welcome!
Was just going to read yours before going to bed. Ditto about the not doing, being behind etc.
Lovely high wire act and ‘our ghosts, like moonflower orbs dance on’ 🙂
Thank you so much! 😀 Sweet dreams! I’m about to get dinner started.
Now it’s my turn to be thinking about dinner. Finbar is already padding back and forth hinting heavily.
Ricky the Cat usually starts hinting mid-afternoon. 🤣
Better than 3am…
He does that, too!
That’s called the super whammy 🙂
Yes. He likes his food. 😀
They have such simple needs 🙂
But give so much love. He’s purring on my lap now.
I wonder if he still misses his brother?
I’m glad that you listened to the moon, Merril. Nicely done!
Thank you, Jill!
Amazing image, the high-wire act, Merril. And I like how she blinks and we vanish. Haibunilicious!
Thank you so much, Ron.! 😀
I so love when the moon shines during the day… am looking for her now, as we speak (to use here… or I can cheat and use one from another time 😉 ) This is lovely, of course!
Thank you very much. Yes, I know we both love morning moons (and the moon, in general.) 😀
I was waiting for the moon to show up in an early evening sky last night so I could use it for my haibun. Then I got distracted and my whole story has changed! Doing it after work…
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Love your moon balancing so effortlessly the seasons, the passage of time, all just her spectators. Lovely Haibun.
Thank you so much!
A great Haibun. I love the idea of a timeless moon doing a high-wire act! Beautiful iris!
Thank you so much, Dwight!
A timeless piece! It was uplifting.
Thank you. I’m glad you think so!
Nothing like a ‘teasing’ moon. Always a promise of more to come
“Our ghosts, like moonflower orbs, dance on in her light.”
I’m counting on it!
Thank you so much, Lisa!
You are very welcome.
Clever and creative. It always surprises me when the moon sticks around after daylight. Perhaps it’s the longer summer days?
Thank you so much, Glenn. I think I see morning moons more often in the winter.😀
I’m glad you responded to the pull of the moon. The resulting haibun is just lovely.
Thank you so much, Liz!💙
You’re welcome, Merril!
aaaaah. moon balancing is such a creative image, Merill.
Thank you very much! I’m so pleased you think so.
Lovely! And stunning iris!
Thank you so much!
I’m so glad you did it, Merril ❤
I loved this.
Thank you so much, David! 💙
I love your omniscient acrobatic moon.
Thank you very much!
A lovely lunar capture, Merril, in your photo and your haibun. I like the thought of the moon performing a high-wire act and yes, I’d be shocked if she didn’t know how to balance after billions of years! I love this: ‘She smiles, watching us, then blinks and we’re gone. Or not. Our ghosts, like moonflower orbs, dance on in her light.’
Thank you very much, Kim. That’s a lovely comment!
Wonderful prose, excellent pink haiku !erril.!
I mean Merril…ooops!
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Thank you so much, Rob!
Moonflower orbs…perfect! (K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe.
I, too, like the moon shot, and the idea of it just getting on with its life regardless of the transient beauty below
Thank you so much, Derrick.
This is beautiful. I love haibuns so much more than haiku by themselves.
Amazing!
Love it 🤩
Thank you.
How I love a a moon that hums. Thanks to you, I’ll listen more carefully. ❤
You’re very welcome. Thank you for reading!
Lovely, just lovely!
I need to get out to the countryside.
I keep thinking I hear the moon humming
But it’s the 60 cycle hum from the burrito place next door.
Thank you!
The moon’s hum can be fierce, but it’s also melodic. Listen carefully. . .
I will!
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An unfazed (un-phased) moon tickled me. Even a new moon is a phase.
I remember reading a story of the worlds first peoples and how the shaman priestess made new initiates stay awake at night for a month to etch the moon’s phases in a clay tablet – I think that part may have been based on an archeological find of such a tablet.
Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed the word play.