Haibun for a taste of spring

A neighbour stopped on the lane, hailed us, husband cleaning his boots, me holding dog on his lead. Asked had we seen the water down in the town. We’re cut off, it seems. Roads in all flooded and the quays in the town under water. The loop of the Garonne enclosing its flat plain of farmland is an unbroken sea.

He stopped and chatted about the world outside, a middle-aged man, old-fashioned, high-waisted trousers with darts, waistcoat, white shirt and flat cap. Could have been my grandfather stepped out of an old photo. He even had a stick. All that was missing was the ass. Watch the sky for the geese, he said. Then you’ll be sure the spring is here.


flood waters recede
leaving comfry to flower
in purple peace

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

19 thoughts on “Haibun for a taste of spring”

  1. Wow–it’s like you were both cut off and back in time. Like you were in Brigadoon. “Watch for the geese. . .” I can imagine the man saying that.
    It wouldn’t work here though, since we have geese all year round.

  2. What an experience. Isnt this what most imagine thinking on the South of France? 😉 I remember the advertising of a French cheese with an actor clothed similar like your neighbour Amazing! 🙂 Hey, you are always looking on the ass of men? Lol Michael

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