Last week’s wild weather knocked most of the glorious cherry blossoms off the trees. We found ourselves walking through a wondrous pink “snow”, and noticed the tulips filled with it.
We sent a photo of this surprising landscape to a few friends. One sent back a haiku by the Japanese poet Dosho:
Hanadori no A bird in the blossoms,
Kumo ni isogu ya Hurrying to the clouds,
Ikanoburi A paper kite.
Then ANOTHER friend sent this haiku:
Spreadinga straw mat in the field
I sat and gazed
At the plum blossoms.
…And we found this one by Basho*:
On stones covered with spring pinks
I’d like a few drinks
And then a good snooze.
They capture that singular moment much better than our photographs.
What will be the next blossoms to fall?
*Basho haiku courtesy of The Essential Haiku: Versions of Basho, Buson, & Issa (Essential Poets).