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.
anticipation
waiting for brown buds to burst
petalled promises
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.
What a lovely thing to look forward to. I have never seen a cherry blossom in person- only photos. How fortunate you are!
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Thank you, Linda. You have some wonderful plants in your garden that I will never get to see – only in your photos!
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😊
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That photo what a beauty! This line so mournful:
“Only pale green leaves are left, and the knowledge that there will be no fruit.”
Oh how I hope the wind and rain are kind to the blossoms this year.
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Thank you, Lisa! I’ve taken quite a few photos of the cherry. I have my fingers crossed that the blossom will last longer this year.
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You’re most welcome.
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That ephemeral beauty is so poignant and sad, and all the more lovely for it. I could really picture those cherry blossoms outside your window as I read this!
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Thank you, Ingrid. The tree is big and when in full blossom it dominates this side of the garden.
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There is something so strange with those ornamental cherry trees… flowers but no fruit… but O, what flowers they are. Wonderful haibun.
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Thank you, Bjorn. wish our cherry tree could fruit – I love eating cherries!
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That is a great photo!
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Thank you, Vinny!
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I’ve seen few fruit-bearing cherry trees, but many ornamental cherry trees, which are beautiful in their own right. My favorites are the large, black bing cherries for snacking, but the sweet red cherries for pies. This challenge has my hankering for cherry pie as I write this!!!
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I love cherries!
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This is beautiful. You’ve captured the fleeting beauty of life and the blossoms. And also that anticipation and slight surprise when they finally burst into bloom.
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Thank you, Helene. I’m watching the buds daily.
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Something lovely to look forward too. Same here with our blooming Poui Trees
Happy Monday
much love…
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Thanks Gillena, happy Monday to you too! 😊
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You capture the brevity and the preciousness of the bloom very well. I think we all feel a joy when we see spring blooms, and for me, it never gets old.
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Thank you very much. There’s a lot going on in my garden at the moment, and I hope to write more about it over the coming weeks.
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We’re on the same plain this week, KR, more or less, though I don’t have much of this beauty just outside my window. I think their scarcity makes them just that much more appealing. Haibunilicious!
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Thank you, Ron! I’m just about to read and comment this morning.
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How lovely to have a cherry tree on your property! I like the anticipation you elude to in your prose, and that phrase “petalled promises”: perfect!
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Thanks so much, Frank!
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I once had a weeping cherry on my lawn. It was my favorite all spring, summer, and fall, but especially when it was flowering.
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I just love trees, Ken!
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This is beautiful poem of expectation Kim! Well scribed!
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Thank you, Rob!
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You capture the feeling of waitjng for blossom after a long winter beautifullh. IBlossom is such a fleeting thing yet it never fails to lighten the mood.
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Thank you, Suzanne.
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There is a wonderful Irish ballard singer who sings of cherry 🍒 trees. Hope 🙏 you like it.
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Thank you for reading and for teh link.
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And to think that its purpose is to be a brief, stunning beauty that makes people gasp in admiration. Lovely haibun, Kim.
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Thanks Marilyn!
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Blossoming trees are one of spring’s delights. But timing is everything–its a momentary burst of color and life. (K)
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🌸💮🌺
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It’s good that you have a cherry tree so close. I have to travel to see one. Your description brought me there. Thanks for sharing🙂
Pat
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Thank you, Pat. It’s right outside my window, so I can’t miss it! It is also embraced by the honeysuckle that grows on a trellis next to it; and they usually bloom together. 😉
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It must smell really good at your house 🙂
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