My friend and Poetry Sister Liz Garton Scanlon is also doing haibun this month, and we talked about trying to bounce a few haiku off each other in a kind of echo. She put a haibun up yesterday about her time in a botanical garden with some children. It's quite lovely, in a relaxed, lazy way, mentioning bees and sweet flowers. Her final line is "let children slip past". I thought about how completely different I have been feeling; rushing and scattered.
The kids have been sick with allergies, asthma, and colds. Fevers and coughing and sleepless nights. All this when the days are finally getting (slightly) warmer, the sun extends the days, and flower and leaf buds are beginning to pop everywhere. I've rushed pasted the cherry tree, skipping up the steps grabbing at glimpses and sucking sweet air. Feeling sad there is no time to linger, but rejoicing that spring comes no matter what.
she slips past
just time to glance up &
snatch fragrant sky