Spring Song

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Spring Song

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Mad March weather means Spring will soon arrive. My humor may actually survive. Winter rains held on long this year, but skies are begining to clear. This season improves my attitude, lifting my mood. My prodigal smile breaks through the parting clouds.

Warming sun and gentle rain ignite seeds, pushing new sprouts through the rich fertile earth. This is nature’s cycle of rebirth. Butterflies cavort with eager buds bursting forth through ready limbs. Snow-melt swollen streams run fast beyond their brims.

Songs of returning birds lilt brightly through greening trees. They carry like the fragrance of new blooms, wafting softly on the breeze. The smells, hues, and sounds of boisterous Spring make my heart begin to sing, and my spirit begin to dance!

wings flutter gently
spring breeze bends full flowered stems
meadow dance begins

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rob kistner © 2019

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  • 32 thoughts on “Spring Song”

      1. Thank you Merill! Your comment came through right before I completed the final edit. If you are able, I invite you to swing back and read the finished haibun.

    1. I love that your humor may survive! Don’t ever lose it! Humor has a madness all alone by which holds us in place in the madness. I love your Spring song!

      1. Thank you Anmol! The dance of the mountain meadows is hypnotic, as the Spring mountain breezes waft and roll down from the climbs, and the newly sprouted flowers and grasses sway and undulate with the pulses and rhythms of the gentle winds. It’s beautiful to witness!

    2. The “meadow dance” is one I have witnessed many times out in the foothills; loved your haibun, very lyrical, very first person. This piece made my rant poetry seem to have rough edges.

      1. Thank you Glenn! Man, I love the edge to your work dude! Your rages would fall flat if they didn’t have the controlled angry fray thst you do do well I just like to get in touch with my feminine side at times, so I was doing my best to channel a bit of the lyical essence of Percy Bysshe Shelley. I was in need of some pastoral gentleness today.

    3. I like the verbs you’ve used here: cavort, ignite, lilt, dance – they exude the happiness of spring. Your humor will definitely survive!

      1. Thank you Sara! Ghat prodigal thing just popped into my head. I would enjoy dancing in a meadow, but at my age, I might likely get arrested and institutionalized… 😉

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