March 28, 2016 by petrujviljoen
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Ah! The neighbours have gone. Their Easter getaway is now over – for this year. All is quiet on the home front again.
Lying on the grass, now unremarked, looking up at the sky through the leaves of the fern tree, sparkling light reflects in the dewdrops still clinging – plenteous shade provided by the avocado at eight in the morning. No discernible breeze but some slight movement sets the fanned branches waving – to and fro.
A blossom, drifting, softly spiralling. Valediction – hail ye indolent one – from a far-flung shore. Unmet, yet recognition.
From where this blossom
Gracing morning’s first coffee –
Ah! dream of Issa.
Kanzen Sakura is hosting Haibun Monday at Dverse Poets this week. Provided are several haiku by Issa and Basho. We must choose one to base our haibun on. This exercise is called hanami. I chose Issa’s:
“what a strange thing –
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms”