It fell so early. Or late, depending on how you look at it. We’d not lived in the house for a full year, but storms don’t wait until you’re settled. At least not in my experience. By comparison, it wasn’t as dramatic as the enormous fir to clip our roof when it went down. But I mourned it more, that cherry blossom. It was so cheery and hopeful, and I really needed that. But, I learned, as storm winds blow, petals float, refresh like dew, and make way for new things to grow.
dropping like tears
cherry blossom petals
nourish seeds for tomorrow
© 2025 Jennifer Wagner
Day 28 NPM
Eric here. Very poignant Jennifer
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the haiku of your haibun.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautifully composed haibun, Jennifer. It's always sad to see a tree end.
ReplyDeleteYou built that up so nicely, to the wonderful haiku.
ReplyDeleteHaibunilicious!
ReplyDeleteYour title is a little poem on its own, Jennifer, and you captured that feeling when blossom is stolen by a storm, I love how you extended the mourning from the prose to the haiku with tears.
ReplyDeleteRich with pathos.
ReplyDeleteWhen they fall even earlier it is devastating.
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