Monday, over at dVerse Poet’s Pub, I am behind the Bar pouring out the prompt. Cherry blossom time is a special time in Japan. Hanami, or cherry blossom viewing, is all about family, fesitival, food, fun…from dawn to dawn, people will be out and about admiring the cherry blossoms. At night, the trees will be strung with lights so they can be viewed at night as well as providing light for dancing, drinking…lovers! I am using several cherry blossom haiku by Issa and Basho for the prompt. Writers are to choose one of the haiku to begin their haibun and then end their haibun with their own nature/cherry blossom based haiku. Come on over and read and view all the cherry blossoms provided by the various talented poets. Bar opens at 3:00 pm EST. Join us here all week: http://dversepoets.com/2016/03/28/haibun-monday-hanami/
“How many many things
they call to mind –
these cherry blossoms” Basho
As is my annual habit, I checked the cherry blossom blooming forecast for Japan. This year, they are blooming early – both in Japan and here in the United States. Sakura Matsuri (cherry blossom festival) is always a bittersweet time for me. Many memories tied to cherry blossoms: dancing at night beneath lighted trees, hearing the laughter of other dancers and lovers, wandering beneath their beauty during the day – my breath taken away by their beauty, sakura ice cream, stealing kisses in the midst of a cherry blossom snow, the first blooming of sakura after he went away, standing in the rain and seeing the petals driven into the earth around the trees – like tiny headstones for the graves of tears.
I still feel some of that sadness but remember when I began again to feel anticipation of and joy in their blooming. The sadness is the mono no aware felt during this season for their quickly passing beauty – deep pink blooms against an azure sky or pure white blooms like earthbound clouds. Yesterday I strolled under the cherry trees and smiled at lovers and danced to music of Japanese style bands, introduced my husband to a typical hanami picnic lunch. His eyes as blue as the sky took in all the sights, sounds, and smells of his first sakura matsuri. Joy and peace at being again in love with the cherry blossoms in spite of their beautiful brevity. Hand holding and stealing kisses under the cherry trees seems to be eternal as Fuji – it is comforting to know some things do not change with time. And that which was thought lost is found again.
cherry blossoms dance
in spring breeze – song of birds
like temple bells.