Stop the rush of spring

When we got closer to the sea we saw how the chill of winds over water had made the spring progress a little slower. We felt like gaining back some of the time we had lost, to be able to drink the light green of birches once again, to walk slowly, to stop the constant rush of time. Splash of orchid purple blended with the cowslip yellow, and through the trees we saw the mirror of the sea.

We walked for an hour or three, time ceased to matter, we walked across meadows and through forests where in dappled light the anemones spread its carpet, pretending to be stars at night. We walked in garlic fumes from ramsoms ready for harvest. We picked a few to be cut for salad with tomatoes later. Before we left, we sat down on the shore to eat the picnic we had brought. Sedated ourselves a little more by looking at the sea.

silhouetted green
the stately birch – a matron
drunk from sap

A path through woods leading to the sea. © Björn Rudberg

A path through woods leading to the sea. © Björn Rudberg

Today it’s Toni handling Haibun Monday at dVerse. She wants us to write about how we relax. Do you practice meditation or do you like me enjoy a flower walk in spring. Write a compact haibun, and let the haiku be about nature. Come join us at 3 PM EST.

May 23, 2016

39 responses to “Stop the rush of spring

  1. This is a feast for the senses, both sights (like anemones being stars) and the taste (garlic, tomatoes in salad) ~ I am sedated, asking spring to stop a while ~ I am envious that the walk leads to the sea ~ Here we only have lakes & rivers (at my side of the city) ~

  2. I was intrigued by your title, and was quickly caught up by the tranquil pace of this idyllic scene. Beautiful work.

  3. I like how you are able to deceive time in this, to recapture beauty and serenity in nature. So far, all of the ones I’ve read have had nature in them. This was so peaceful and healing, especially since I know you have been steeped in deadlines.

  4. Ah yes, the sea, the sea, & here in Western WA we, too, get forests that grow down to the beach. You lovely haibun makes me want to drive the 100 miles to the Pacific, & enjoy it, but alas it’s Monday, & it os raining. Your haiku is superb.

  5. I enjoyed coming along as you sojourned by the sea. It reminded me of how different your sea must be to the one we would see. The Florida Atlantic is a different animal than what you must experience. For one thing, we don’t have trees that near the water. I suspect your water moves more like what I experienced when I lived near the Pacific.

    Still, it was altogether a soothing bit of poetry. Thank you!

  6. Ah…perfection. A flower walk and a calm sea, what could soothe the soul better than that. Thanks for the tranquility, Bjorn.

  7. “We walked for an hour or three”….love this. The sense of time can dissolve in nature. The wild garlic sounds scrumptious especially with tomatoes.

  8. I loved every bit of this. That opening line is utterly arresting, and the idea that walking, to where the coolness of the water has kept spring fresh and new, is like walking to a place where time runs slower– that’s such a magical idea, and your words breathe it to life with perfect tranquility. The descriptions of nature are sumptuous and lyrical, but never (excuse the inadvertent pun) flowery. The poem flows with naturalness and sincerity.

    Always a pleasure to read your work!

  9. to eat the picnic we had brought.
    Sedated ourselves a little more
    by looking at the sea.

    Relaxed to eat from the picnic basket and overwhelmed by the constant lapping of the waves. How nice!

    Hank

  10. You are so right to make the haibun compact and keep the content about nature, Bjorn. Having not written in a while I think I wrote something to just get it off my mind. Does that happen to you as well? There are so many places to go to unwind and relax where it is easy to meditate and have a pleasant picnic where I live just outside the city. It also sounds invigorating.

  11. to drink the light green of birches once again

    in dappled light the anemones spread its carpet, pretending to be stars at night

    What a beautiful experience altogether!

  12. This is lovely! The prose reads somewhat like a splendid journal entry recounting an enchanted outing … the haiku: like an image captured and committed to mind, to be recalled in contemplative moments, over the course of a lifetime.

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