strawberry moon

There’s nothing I like better than discovering new haiku blogs. The Haiku Bandit Society has a monthly moon viewing party to coincide with the full moon. This is the second month I have contributed a haiku to it.

I am thrilled to have received my first ever Dottie Dot award for my June moon viewing haiku:

strawberry moon
all that remains
of last night’s dream

long night’s moon

Finally  caught up. Today’s  NaHaiWriMo prompt is to write a haiku about the moon. I’ve never counted, but I imagine I’ve penned at least two or three dozen moon haiku, and probably read hundreds more. Why is it that haiku poets never seem to tire of writing about the moon? Perhaps it has something to do with its constant, soothing presence over the years. Even when we don’t see it, we know it’s there.

long night’s moon
I nurse my baby
back to sleep

Interestingly enough, I wrote a moon haiku on June 4th of last year, even though the prompt was “celebrity, papparazzi, or the trappings of fame”, not “moon” at all. (I was in Bend for the HSA quarterly meeting at the time.)

a big frog
in a small pond
full August moon

koi pond

The  June 4 NaHaiWriMo prompt is to write a haiku about older women.

Back in March, I attended the Komen Breast Cancer Issues Conference. In one of the talks, Ann Reiner, from the OHSU School of Nursing talked about “Challenges of Breast Cancer in Later Life”. Of course, a lively discussion immediately ensued, regarding just what constituted “later life”. We talked about all sorts of interesting things, including chronological age vs. functional age. According to one definition, “old” in the U.S. can be classified as follows:

  • 65-74: “young old”
  • 75-84: “old”
  • 85+: “old-old”
Needless to say, I came out of the talk feeling younger than springtime. By far though, my favorite definition of “old” is “anyone 10 years older than I am”. With that definition, I’ll never need to worry about feeling old again!

koi pond my wrinkled reflection