Skies of Melancholy

Away from the Central Valley heat. The sky over the bay was grey, and fog rolled past twisted cypress.  Cars and tourists crowded the narrow winding road of 17 Mile Drive. My little one escaped the chill, finding shelter in the backseat. His older brother stayed with me to explore the shore, birds, and even a curious squirrel. We watched the clouds drift across the dimmed sky, and the ocean waves crash against the boulders below. My son has a thirst for knowledge and the curious mind of a poet, even if he does not yet have appreciation for the written word. One day I’ll return with both at my side and we’ll immerse ourselves in the beauty of life.

Dark clouds drift across
Skies of melancholy
Beauty in contrast

©Josslyn Rae Turner
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©Josslyn Rae Turner

 

For this week’s Haibun Monday, Toni, at dVerse, wants us to write a haibun about the day sky-“from dawn to dusk and anytime in between.” This one is about my trip with my sons to Monterey, California at 17 Mile Drive. It’s a long stretch of road through a residential neighborhood overlooking the bay.

 

33 thoughts on “Skies of Melancholy

  1. “My son has a thirst for knowledge and the curious mind of a poet, even if he does not yet have appreciation for the written word.” — This is so moving and is the essence of parenting – to see the beautiful potential in your progeny. Love this so much… ❤

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