Haibun: Our February Circle of Life and the Snow Moon

This has truly been a “circle of life” kind of month. We entered the month on the heels of a January freeze with a sad, frost-bitten yard. And now, all around us, are signs of an early and vigorous spring.

We celebrated some birthdays. There was a first birthday, with a child full of wonder about a frosted cake all for him. He’s our second grandchild (GK#2), and of course we adore him, as we do his brother, GK#1.

And there was a 95th birthday, a wise man full of wonder at the crowd of friends and family who gathered to celebrate him. He is also adored, by many.

We lost a family member, my father-in-law, at 92. He fell ill during January’s Wolf Moon and died during the waxing crescent on February 13. And as the Snow Moon came and went last weekend, we told stories and remembered the man called Gypsy Gene, Leland Eugene Glover.

It’s been a circle of life kind of month:

continuous loops
life’s phases, the moon’s phases
waxing and waning

This post answers a prompt from dVerse Poets Pub called Haibun Monday 2-26-24: Snow Moon in which participating poets were encouraged to write a haibun (a few paragraphs of prose that precedes a haiku) inspired by last weekend’s snow moon. I learn a lot from the folks at dVerse, including the definition of a snow moon. It’s simply the February full moon, the time you’re most likely to see snow during that phase.

As the Byrds sang, “To everything (turn, turn, turn), there is a season.”

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