Haibun: Spring’s Demise
Posted on April 30, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
30 Comments
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
Oh, very well done! Having only a passing acquaintance with the desert, I have to will myself into your place, but I think you did a good job of bringing me there.
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Thank you Charley!
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The heat will be arriving here this week as well. Spring doesn’t seem to be lasting long. I like the description of sadness hanging over one. It happens to me at times and I don’t know why it does that.
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Yes, I know what you mean. Thanks Frank.
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Love, love, love it! ☺❤
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Thank you Walt! ❤️😊
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You’re very welcome ☺❤
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😊
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I like the juxtaposition of the descriptions of your environment and then that one sentence about your inner world. Great work!
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Thank you so much. I appreciate your kind words.
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Yes, no matter where, when you wait long for winter’s end it’d be nice for spring to linger. It is much softer than summer and must be much more of a contrast in the desert. Well done.
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Thank you!
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Love this drama of the seasons…the jacarandas are gorgeous!
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Yes, yes they are! Thank you Lynn.
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I am imagining those ” lavender clusters against a pale blue sky.” Your haiku is lovely!
I have visited the desert area in spring and especially love the cactus blooms.
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Thank you Mish. I appreciate your kind words.
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This is a beautifully sensory haibun, Linda, with the feeling of the wind blowing the hair off your neck and the sweat collecting; the sound of the woodpecker; and the colours of the Jacaranda against the sky. I especially love the personification of spring and summer ‘stumbling across the desert floor drunk from its oppressive heat’, and the gorgeous snapshot of the desert in your haiku!
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Thank you Kim!
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I always mourn when spring is too short… and that’s even without oppressive heat. I hope your summer is bearable.
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Thank you Bjorn. From your mouth to God’s ears.
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I always want spring and fall to linger as long as possible. The desert would be no place for me, although I love its light and cactus blooms. Thank you for taking us there.
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Thank you Sarah. I love living in the desert, except for the heat! Lol
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I like the idea of the warm sun rushing spring’s demise!
Dwight
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Thank you Dwight.
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So well done, you took me there.
Here, in colder climes, although loving spring, I welcome summer more.
Anna :o]
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Thank you!
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Sorry, for being late to the party. I have had a very busy week. This was a perfect description of our weather in New York. We went from winter to a few days of spring
and now oppressive heat.
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No worries. Nice to know we are not the only ones. Today however, is lovely. Clouds and a bit cooler. Thanks for reading Drew!
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It is very hot here in the big city. My pleasure
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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