Haibun: Spring’s Demise
It is warm and breezy on my afternoon walk. The wind blows my hair off my neck where my sweat is collecting. I hear the tap,tap,tap of a red-headed woodpecker high up in a palm tree, determined to find a tasty insect. Mockingbirds flit across my path, curious about me. Gazing up, the Jacaranda trees are in full bloom with vivid lavender clusters against a pale blue sky.
A sadness hangs over me today; I am not sure why.
Is it because Spring no more than did a curtsy and began its gay dance before Summer came roaring in, stumbling across the desert floor drunk from its oppressive heat?
scorching desert sun shines bright