For the dverse prompt.
In this cold heart of winter nothing is red except the robin’s breast. White the bladed grass rimed with frost, heron-grey the heavy sky and black the tree boughs. But look beneath the crisp-layered leaves, and seeds are already shooting, so frail, pale as underbellies, yet spring colours in the making.
Beneath a sky of flying
flakes jays and rootling pigs
plant oak forests .
18 thoughts on “Haibun for mid-winter”
Beautiful this is so winter 🥶
Haibunilicious seasonality, JD. Danke.
Spring spring, let my heart sing!
What would we do without birds? (K)
Exquisite haibun, Jane!
I love this, Jane. The planting of acorns is such a good addition to your haibun!
Your poem was like a beautiful painting of the season. I especially liked this line,
“Beneath a sky of flying” Wonderful!
In the midst of frost, cold and grey comes the hope of spring, something stirs. i love the sense of that hope.
Thank you, Paul. I don’t feel hopeful, but I try 🙂
Well that encourages me as I feel that way too. 🙂
Shoulder to shoulder then 🙂 I don’t think that anyone with either common sense of compassion can fail to be desperate about what we’re doing to this planet and ourselves.
That lack of color is so very much winter… unless there is one single clear day.
Yes, and then the grass glows.
Tree plant just perfect 🙂