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!
spring breeze bends full flowered stems
meadow dance begins
rob kistner © 2019
Full of spring joy and delight!
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.
Very nice! Very melodic.
Thank you RW! 🙂
I love the haiku with the butterfly. Very musical haibun.
Thank you Toni… 🙂
Very nice Rob! Spring madness is the best kind of all!
Your haibun says it all and the haiku is perfect.
Thank you very much Dwight, I appreciate the kind words…! 🙂
I like that surviving prodigal smile.
Glad that worked for you Frank!
Beautiful Rob ???? I love the feeling that something wonderful is happening. You captured it perfectly.
Thank you Christine! Spring is a wonderful magical time of renewal… 🙂
such vivid imagery! i can hear. i can smell. i can feel. i can see!
I can smile, thank you RW! 🙂
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!
Thank you Mary! You gotta be a little mad to make it in this crazy world… 🙂
I loved this delightful spring imagery and mood, Rob! The meadow dance is something I would love to see. 🙂
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!
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.
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.
I love the promise of joy in this spring…. great.
Thank you Björn, my Pollyanna alter ego always tries to shine a light for me, and for ithers.
I like the verbs you’ve used here: cavort, ignite, lilt, dance – they exude the happiness of spring. Your humor will definitely survive!
Glad you enjoyed this Irma. 🙂 I needed to pur some of my focus on the sunny side of things today.
Love the prodigal smile, Rob. I would love to dance in a meadow.
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… 😉
Spring is definitely worth a dance or two…
Hope it gets here soon Kerfe! 🙂
I like the uplifting spring of your poem. The photos are lovely also.
Thank you Jade! 🙂
Sounds like the ode to spring. Nicely done!
Pat
Thank you Pat! I sure hope Spring will soon be sprung – I am ready.. 🙂