Night falls upon the lowly, as bright lights fade and shadows creep right before they slumber. Slowly, they fight their weary eyes to sleep and morning sits in vigil, silent; still. Winter’s moon and stars align at will, warning midnight sprites upon the hill that soon their lights will die, become nil.
Day will pass in its allotted time, while hay made as the sun shines, lingers. May the world know night’s toils in this rhyme, saying all that a heart desires. Fingers curl to grasp the cold and darkened shroud, frost descends to cover lovers avowed. Hurl the pall so all can call out loud, kissed by winter’s shadow so endowed.
moon set horizon
vanishes as mourning comes
night’s death brings on day
(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2018
dVerse Poets Pub – Habun Monday: Winter Moon (Fuyu No Tsuki)
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
I feel you have captured winter in a way so I wish to stay in bed. Lovely
Walt, you have really kicked the form up a few notches with the deft use of internal rhyme in the prose part of this haibun. The metaphor of the pall is so perfect. This has got to be a keeper. I am so envious.
Excellent work Walt! the internal rhyme is superb and the metaphor of night works so very well. Lovely haiku.
Nice rhyme sound. I liked the haiku’s mention of night’s death.
your prose were so poetic… lovely read
If Shakespeare wrote haibun, this would surely be it. 🙂
Poetic prose….very lovely to read Walt ~
The sun eventually sets on all good things. This is truly beautiful work!
morning/mourning – you make it seem like a natural conflation. Lovely.
”as mourning comes” – amazing!
I love the two parallel perspectives of this piece, Walter. So well captured.
Love the echo of the internal rhyme of lowly and slowly – saying those words aloud actually lowers the tone of the voice, an aural depiction of lights fading and shadows creeping. What a thought, morning sitting in vigil! Further internal rhymes give this haibun a peaceful quality and the play on morning/mourning in the haiku give it a bit of a twist. .
your haibun is like a diamond glistening in the snow, can’t take my magpie eyes off it.
Night’s death does bring on the day. Perfectly written!
Stellar haibun, Walt. The internal rhymes, life and death, and lovers. This really stands out.
This is magnificently written!
Lovely rhythm.
Love the poetic language throughout.
I felt the mourning and the longing for the Spring.