Posting this one a little late. Frank has just reminded me that it fits his weekly haikai challenge too.
Spring, the vernal equinox, and the words of Yeats’s Irish airman come to me: ‘in balance with this life, this death’. The circle is eternal, but constantly renewed, never the same, and the lives that turn with it share only a few revolutions—a few score for us, a flower, only one. Lives grow and are shed, like sparks from the iron wheels of a steam train. This spring blossom scatters so fruit can grow, bulbs swell, buds burst and leaves unfurl. On this day, all is in balance—light and dark, day and night, but only for a moment. And like the wheel, there is no peak and no trough, only the cycle, ever turning, ever renewing.
Buzzards wheel, watching
for small spring deaths
as the year turns.
Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #6: Jane Dougherty’s latest #haibun!
I love the poetry – the small circles of life inside the bigger ones.
Wonderful! How would you like to share it with my #haikai challenge for this week? There’s always room for more good haikai!
It does fit the theme, doesn’t it? I’ll post. Thanks for reminding me 🙂
🙂
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That’s kind of you 🙂
I love this, Jane–the balancing, the circles and cycles–life and death ever-connected.
Thanks Merril. I do feel that they are all interconnected.
I do, too–as you know. 🙂
We are the great catfish caught in the net that is gradually tearing it to pieces.