OK, here is some clarification added after your first comments: since this is a Haiku, which is Japanese, I couldn't help but reference the Autumnal Equinox ceremonies in Japan, the Higan Rituals. I just can't get over it in one day, the full moon so close to the first day of Fall, here 3 days later I can go on and on.
From internet research: JAPAN: The Spring and Autumn Equinoxes are observed as the six-day celebration: the Higan-e. It is celebrated for three days before and after each Equinox. Six days was chosen because it is based on the six perfections, giving, observance of the precepts, perseverance, effort, meditation and wisdom - needed before one goes from this shore of samsara to the further shore or nirvana. The literal meaning of Higan is 'other shore.' The ritual includes repentance of past sins and prayers for enlightenment in the next life. It also includes remembrance of the dead and visits to the family graves. It is thought that the Spring and Autumn Equinoxes, being the most temperate times of the year, are ideal moments to reflect on the meaning of life.
My mother's birthday contiues to be an anniversary for reflection, 2 1/2 years after her death. No longer in the throws of mourning mixed with infatuation for the world, I can savor the memories, one at a time. Good bye is still so final....
-perhaps I may earn a liberal arts degree online, and then call myself a "writer". I just participated in a phenomenal 1 & 1/2 day workshop at a community college. Kevin Clark, a Calif. Polytech. Univ. San Luis Obispo poetry professor, bowled me over.
"...a green which no artist could ever obtain on his palette, a green of which neither the varied tints of vegetation nor the shades of the most limpid sea could ever produce the like! If there is a green in Paradise, it cannot be but of this shade, which most surely is the true green of Hope."
-Jules Verne in his 1882 novel "Le Rayon Vert" (The Green Ray)
Colors are emerging on the last day of summer. In the west, the brown of the hills will soon be replaced by green, ignited like the Green Flash on the ocean at sunset .
(This is a Flash Fiction poem in 160 characters, spaces included. The challenge is hosted by Monkey Man HERE. Try it yourself, and let us both know!
I am still trying to express the struggle of facing cancer and the ravages of chemo and prolonged hospitalization many patients experience. Pray for this 30 year old.
(This is a tough week for a 30 year old and his family. Activities of daily life as a paraplegic are no longer the only options, each day of life is the option, with the third diagnosis in three months of an aggressive cancer.)