Bulbs and Bees

A haibun on the subject of spring for dVerse Poets Pub haibun Monday.  I prefer the haibun in the manner of Basho rather than the long descriptive westernized haibun.  This is also linked to Earthweal whose subject is renewal.


Bulbs and Bees
“To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.” William Wordsworth

Bulbs and Bees
When we moved into this house, my husband and I planted a few hundred daffodil bulbs to naturalize among the trees and boundary lines. Every year, they come up among the fallen dead leaves, pushing them out of the way. Then they begin to bloom – such sweetness of fragrance that lifts my heart. The bees come awake about this time of year. I press my stethoscope against the hive listening to them buzz. I must confess to stroking the green fronds of the daffodil and weeping as I remember Brad and I planting the bulbs so happily that first autumn we lived in our home. Such joy we shared with each other and with the creatures of the woods and of course, my bees. Every year the daffodils return bringing spring on its heels.
gazing at the blue skies
the colour of his eyes –
I smile at the clouds



24 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. susanstoo
    Feb 03, 2020 @ 17:14:42

    Perfect! So vivid, and linking the past into the present and future.


  2. sarahsouthwest
    Feb 03, 2020 @ 17:20:04

    Ah, Toni, it’s all connected.


  3. msjadeli
    Feb 03, 2020 @ 17:36:01

    Nature wraps you in her loving arms in your time of grief.


  4. Beverly Crawford
    Feb 03, 2020 @ 17:42:37

    How lovely to have the visual reminder of those happy days year after year. No one is truly gone so long as they live in our memory. Blessings.


  5. merrildsmith
    Feb 03, 2020 @ 17:45:20

    Bittersweet–but still. . .a memory of happy times. I love daffodils.


  6. Glenn A. Buttkus
    Feb 03, 2020 @ 17:48:17

    Your last line is killer /every year the daffodils return bringing spring on its heels/. I like the way nature linked with your grief.


  7. Frank J. Tassone
    Feb 03, 2020 @ 19:18:03

    You gently bear witness to your joy an grief–both mediated through nature and the emergence of new life each Spring. A wonderful, evocative work, Toni, so filled with heart and pathos!


  8. Sherry Marr
    Feb 03, 2020 @ 21:39:48

    Ah, this is so sweet, Toni. The blue of his eyes like the skies….the daffodils that bring such lovely memories…….in my little trailer, every year daffodils and tulips came up around the base of a huge old maple. How I loved tht, every year. This year, green shoots are poking up on my balcony………Mother Earth carries on her cycles, no matter what, like every good mother.


  9. lynn__
    Feb 03, 2020 @ 22:38:54

    This is absolutely golden, Toni…with daffodils, bees, and sweet memories!


  10. oldegg
    Feb 04, 2020 @ 00:47:05

    This haibun is so beautiful and personal and a pleasure to read.


  11. kim881
    Feb 04, 2020 @ 03:01:56

    I love the Wordsworth quote, the alliterative title, and the thought of all those daffodils blooming in your garden, bringing memories of Brad. The haiku made me cry.


  12. Brendan
    Feb 04, 2020 @ 05:35:42

    Wordsworth was the perfect door to this windswept remembrance and celebration. Grief blossoms both ways.


  13. Gina
    Feb 04, 2020 @ 07:16:56

    how so very wonderful to be reminded of a sweet memory when a flower blooms, I cannot think of a better thought tickle


  14. lillian
    Feb 04, 2020 @ 11:06:21

    Oh Toni. What a beautiful write. Daffodils planted with the love of your life…naturalizing the area of trees…..reblooming each year. Their yellow sunny disposition — the happiest of times. Now their blooms and a beautiful blue sky bring tears and mist to your eyes. Thinking of you, my friend.


  15. Linda Lee Lyberg
    Feb 04, 2020 @ 14:01:45

    What a beautiful memory for you Toni.


  16. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Feb 04, 2020 @ 15:23:07

    I can really see you trying to cope with your sorrow, while the daffodils and the bees give you comfort. So very tender.


  17. Sumana Roy
    Feb 05, 2020 @ 04:29:46

    So beautiful. The haiku almost becomes a prayer to me tying up Nature, memories, love and the infinity. The quote, the flowers, clouds bring home to me an aching loneliness. An excellent haibun.


  18. Rosemary Nissen-Wade
    Feb 05, 2020 @ 07:47:53

    A beautiful haibun from a beautiful memory!


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