Today is Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets Pub and I found the cherry blossoms prompt timely. I went out to admire the cherry-plum trees in bloom and noticed the grass is already littered with pink. I’m glad Frank inspired me to spend some time admiring the pink against the sky before it is gone.
Emerging
The first delicate, pink blossoms burst early this year, or was it me, still clinging to winter’s safe cave? Any excuse to stay hidden under the blankets ripped away by the brash budding cloud of cotton candy, contradicting the sky. But today, upon closer inspection, burgundy leaves already clash with the petals along the branch and the grass is littered with fallen flowers. The bee’s hum fills me with hope for future fruit. Last year I missed the juicy, pitted presents withheld, perhaps, due to a confusing late freeze. I am lucky to have poked my head out in time to witness this peek-a-boo of nature. Like an updraft billowing a circle-skirt, it surprises, shocks, and delights then is gone.
tiny pink blossom
tickling periwinkle skies
the flasher of spring
Experience Writing 
I love how you managed to capture a bit of that lovely blossoming.
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I’m pleased you got to witness ‘this peek-a-boo of nature’ too – a lovely image!
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Sheer delight! Love the image of poking one’s head from out of one’s safe, winter cave!
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You’ve captured how momentary their beauty is, always. (K)
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Your blossoms are early, Maria, I’m waiting impatiently for our blossoms to burst, especially as our quince and plum trees are already dressed in white petals. I love the phrase ‘brash budding cloud of cotton candy, contradicting the sky’ and the way you suggest their ephemeral quality with the burgundy leaves already clashing with petals and the grass littered with fallen flowers. And oh, the flasher of spring!
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Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.
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You captured your mood so well here and how these tiny puffs influenced it. Your lucky and it sounds like the bees are bringing fruit this year.
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A joy to behold, and gone all too soon, the promise of fruit for solace. Well penned.
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Excellent image in the final sentence of the prose section. Made me smile Maria… 🙂
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Thank you. Glad to hear it.
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