From my desk, I look out of the window and see the ornamental cherry tree, sunlight flickering through branches studded with shiny buds, reddish-brown splashed with pale green. A brisk wind shakes them, as if telling them to just get on with it.
Every year is the same: I hold my breath, waiting for the buds to burst and pink blossoms to illuminate this corner of the garden. But, as with everything in nature, they open at a different time each year, never the same day.
And they never last long. Spring showers and winds along the North Norfolk coast strip them from the branches after a week or so and toss them across the garden. Only pale green leaves are left, and the knowledge that there will be no fruit.
waiting for brown buds to burst
Kim M. Russell, 29th March 2021
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday: Cherry Blossoms
Frank is our host for this Monday’s haibun, with its blend of prose-poetry and haiku. As spring is underway, he invites us to embrace a traditional spring kigo: cherry blossoms.
Frank reminds us that viewing cherry blossoms (hanami) evolved as an important cultural ritual in Japan, and poets from the Heian era wrote many waka (tanka) that alluded to the blossoms. Basho continued this tradition in both his haiku and haibun writing, and other haiku poets followed his lead. He has shared haiku by Issa, Basho and Buson.