November 30th 2015 | late November

On the first night of December:

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finally—
····apples fallen and the tree laden
·············with stars

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24: November 30th 2015

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Was out late tonight. The night is cold and unusually clear for November— and the stars brilliantly glitter. But then, in just an hour and a half, it will be December. The night, in truth, is really December’s.

November 25th 2015 | spider

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spider—
····crawling for warmth under the heel
···········of my boot

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19: November 25th 2015

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  • Lunch was sitting by a wood-stove. We had to keep the doors open, for work, though it was cold outside. We kept the wood-stove loaded with wood. I noticed a spider had come over the door sill. It came across the white tile, slow and cold, until it finally crawled beneath the heel of my boot. I carefully stood some twenty minutes later.

November 18th 2015

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between
····the house and barn the half shuttered
········moon
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12 November 18th 2015

  • Out walking last night, evening of the 17th, I saw the moon setting out by a barn. The first night November’s  bony finger points to December—a 20 degree night. The grass is icy and the stars are glittering like snow.

November 16th 2015

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leaf-
····littered foundation—are ghosts still sweeping
········upstairs?

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10: November 16th | 2015

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  • I went on a walk today and passed by an abandoned stone foundation. Nothing is left but the stones and leaves. I can’t help imagine the house they once supported—a house filled with voices, warmth, play and windows that looked safely outside. Today the walls are long gone, the wind blows and the foundation is ice cold. And then the strangest of all thoughts occurred to me, what if there were really a wind, weed, snow-filled, abandoned stone foundation under my house and I am a ghost who thinks he lives in a house that is long gone?

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These daily haiku begin to turn into haibun. I don’t know how this project will develop. I’ve already gone back and edited some of the haiku I’ve posted; and now I’m already thinking of them as something like a story. I hope you enjoy whatever evolves.