Cherry Blossoms and Seasons

We don’t pay attention well. Well, maybe I don’t pay attention well. Seasons come and go. The winds are furious today, and will be tomorrow, they say. They say. I listened through the night. It made such a fuss, all that howling while everyone sleeps, or tries to. Oh, I was safe, and warm, and full, and strangely comforted with the whistling. Dad used to whistle when he drove the car. I never could.

April will be here in a few days, and we will think of March no longer. It will come around again, next year. But will we still be here? Is the thought enough to pay attention well? What does the wind say? How long is enough for one to stay?

One week of blossom
So little time of beauty
Springs perfume lingers

dversepoets.com Haibun Monday and cherry blossom haikus. I cannot remember a windier March than this one.

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on medium.com. My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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15 Responses to Cherry Blossoms and Seasons

  1. Ron Rowland says:

    Nice haibun. Great observations. Intriguing questions — Jimi Hendrix answered one of your questions: The wind says “Mary”

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  2. Beverly Crawford says:

    And of course the wind plays havoc with those delicate blossoms, sad to say. Their time in the sun is all too short!

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  3. Beautiful and elegant! I love how well your haiku complements your prose!

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  4. Ingrid says:

    ‘Will we still be here?’ it’s a sign of the times that we no longer take this for granted!

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  5. msjadeli says:

    Your haiku is lovely as the cherry blossoms. Maybe the wistfulness will go with the wind…

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  6. robtkistner says:

    We are but a moment on the stage Mary. Fine write.

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  7. I really loved the prose part with those fleeting thoughts around the sound of the wind howling around you.. I wonder too what will happen, but having blossom around you will mark the passing of time.

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