Haibun

FROM MY WINDOW

 

 

Spring is gearing up. At the far end of the front yard, where it rises to meet the road, crocus splash yellow, white and purple.  Stems on the lilac bushes are knobby with green tipped leaf buds. Daffodils, some just poking through the soil, some already at their full height with swollen flower buds ready to burst.  Through the open window the breeze is damp, ripe with the fragrance of wet dirt, last year’s leaves and manure from the field around the bend.  There are busy calls from unseen birds and announcing honks from another gaggle of geese.  There is, in this moment, everything that there is.

 

                                                               coffee brewing

                                                               the anticipation

                                                               before the first sip

Cattails