written for dVerse haibun Monday
Spring Sometime, a haibun
The days are longer now. Typically I’ve shed my winter wool, placed warmer-weather clothes front and center, but the heat is on, and there’s a freeze-warning for tonight. The cherry blossoms have passed. The grass around the tree looks as if it’s been snowed upon with pinkish-hued white petals. My breath curls upward, white. Traffic on the beltway flows, such a winter sound in deep cold, reaches me, the steady hum like ocean waves.
It struck me how odd it was, while walking my dog, bundling myself in my coat, that light still lingered. I never could remember being wrapped so tightly so late in the evening with dusk hovering, the sun setting mauve, and robins caroling.
birds of spring arrive
spring flowers pierce cold hard soil
Sascha Darlington 4/17/2018
6 thoughts on “Spring Sometime, a haibun”
Wonderful. Explanation of what it is like here atm. Haiku, wished I could write it, I just can’t wrap my brain around it. Well done!
Oh I do love the return of light…. it’s a perfect way to experience spring even without the temperatures raising….
I like those white petals that look like snow.
Thank you, Frank. I should have appended a picture that I took of the cherry blossom petals on the ground….of course, they managed to get tracked every where else too. 🙂
Wonderful descriptions in this, Sascha, from beginning to end. I also liked those pinkish white bloom/snow detail.
Thank you, Victoria. 🙂