Love the haibun by my friend Dianne. She doesn’t have a blog so wanted to insure this poem got the attention it deserves:
At 2 a.m. this morning son Jacob delivered us from the airport to our dark yard. Grateful to see no snow gleaming in the gloom, we staggered inside, even more grateful for the heat of the kitchen wood stove. Our three day return trip from the sunny hot Pacific coast of Mexico, our 2nd home for seven years, featured a snowstorm hello as our plane broke through the cloud to land in Calgary. While we’re mostly glad to be home on PEI, the sounds of silence are deafening. No morning wake-up calls from chachalachas, lorikeets, and doves. But this afternoon a sound surprised our ears—the wind howling.
Bathing suits blow on
Bare forsythia branches
We await their bloom
I would rather hear the birds!
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Amen!
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Welcome back to the frozen north.
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