A haibun for dverse ‘tree buds’ prompt.
Last autumn, the neighbour dug a great hole in the field next to ours, next to the sheep field and the orchard. The hole, to form a natural pond, filled with water from the rising water table, the winter rains and the run-off from the ditches round the fields. Since last week, a pair of ducks have taken up residence, probably looking for surroundings quieter than the big ponds round about, with their noisy colonies of cormorants, egrets and other water fowl.
The trees are full of birdlife, and the grass swarms with rodents, drawing the raptors, the kestrels and buzzards and even our fat, lazy house cats. Already the cherry blossom has fallen and the plum blossom is ready to open. Leaf buds swell on vine and lilac. Ditches run with sparkling rainwater and the toads sing when they think they are alone. So much life, so quick the change—spring.
beneath spring clouds.
Rain falls soft—greening.