Attribution: Cjbvii
Image: Pink Cherry Blossoms (here)
Issa's Haiku
Under the cherry
blossoms, there are
no strangers
They readied their desire to be seen the night before. Under
a sudden surge
they opened up in the morning to dazzle nature and man
alike. Such was the
urge for the cherry blossoms to announce their presence and
their entry into
the lives of those eagerly waiting.
The beauty of their kind was to be appearing right at the
dot. Theirs was not to
stifle their yearnings but to be keeping to the schedule and
to be seen of their
soft colors of pink and white.
It was so exhilaratingly exquisite more so when it was so anticipated
and when
they peeked out at the right moment. The enthusiasm experienced
was unreservedly
exotic to be bathed under the cherry blossoms reverberating
in innocence.
Everyone mingling around incessantly extending their hands of friendship
to each
other. For some gracious moments of merry-making there
were no strangers
As sudden as they appeared they took leave at precisely the right time, a presence
fleetingly but for a few days until at the same day and time next year.
a phenomena
devoid of promptings but to
Fleeting, yes, and leaving at just the right time. It keeps them special, doesn't it.
ReplyDeleteA few days of bright beauty, then it's gone...
ReplyDeleteSmiled at the unprompted but on schedule cherry blossoms. I've never seen a cherry tree in bloom and think I should try and plant one in my garden - not sure whether it will grow in this area.
ReplyDeleteDoesn't last long so one must take it in, but it can last forever in memory.
ReplyDeleteThe cycle is precisely what nature intends. It lends itself to our existence, if we dare to follow her lead, Hank!.
ReplyDeleteHow short and precious we can view and enjoy them Hank ~
ReplyDeleteEverything is coming in and it's a joy to drive around the neighborhood. Lovely photo and the Haiku's amazing! I really need to try. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment on Alex's blog. So appreciated!
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The way you write about their appearance and then - same time next year - almost seems to put a sort of mythology about them or like a ghost story - but not in a bad way. I like the thought of the expectation of them. I always check out the blossom forecast and then wait...and wait...and then - the first brownish red buds and then the breaking apart of that bud into pink or white...vindication! They have bloomed again. Thank you so much for responding to the prompt and for linking this wonderful haibun.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely message, Hank!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words and those blossoms are always a delight!
ReplyDeleteYou dialogue with the ages
ReplyDeleteA great write Hank, message comes over wonderfully.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
It word 'exquisite" for cherry blossoms seems to say it all..and more. Happy spring, Hank.
ReplyDeleteI like both the haiku you shared & the one you wrote.... both channeled truth! :)
ReplyDeleteAh.. yes..
ReplyDeletefloWers
like art
when
spontaneous..
more beautiful than ever..
Free Art
FloWers
color..:)