This is for the We Write Poems prompt on haibun. Though I’ve written haiku, I’ve never intentionally written haibun. Haibun put very simply, is a combination of short prose paired with a haiku. They are connected, sometimes obviously but sometimes more cryptically. I’ve included photos at the end of the place that inspired this. The haibun link will take you to a more detailed explanation of the form and prompt. Please visit the We Write Poems link above for more haibun.
The crunch of steps from gravel drive falls mute under the grassy shade of the live oak, a giant bonsai planted in a raised bed of monkey grass. To its left young lilies thrust up with promises of sunset colored blooms. To the right the drive curves and flows on to the house, a house dreamt by two but built by one. Past the house, a dogwood blooms over a stone bench resting near the woods’ edge. Before the greetings, before any words, I must wade into this springtime sea of blue and white. It waves within its borders–the road, drive, house and woods. Now ankle deep in rich blue, I join the bees and butterflies and flowers, listening to their secret conversations. They whisper of memories, so many springs here, with me away to the north. Memories of recent springs without him who watered them so diligently. Wading out toward the house, I wonder if there is an integral formula that would estimate how many bluebonnets there are waiting for him today.
if I cry
will you mourn with me