Spring came late this year, on first of April we still skated, and being indoors have been important, but finally the last ice had melted and a hesitant sun graced the soil. You had already spotted the first hepatica along the path we bicycle. After a long winter the bright blue of its bloom is like a toddlers grin in the carpet of withered leaves. Soon it will all be green, but today the flowers will be a solitary splash of color in a sea of brown. We didn’t need to talk, we walked in silence and met smiling neighbors who had seen the first footprints of spring. Hepatica in bloom. We have waited, we have dreamed. Now we are on pilgrimage, walking slowly, tiptoeing not to crush a single flower. We snap pictures just like every year. Spring for me is blue.
scent of autumn
the last decaying leaves —
first day of spring
Today I host haibun Monday on dVerse. The topic is walking, go for a walk and tell me what you see. This is also my last poem for April. I made it to thirty even though I missed ten days in the beginning. Today is also my sixth anniversary in blogging.
April 30, 2018