Haibun: Time and Tide

I’ve been waiting for the blossom to
fall in winter,
leaves to blow around the streets
in spring.
I tried to set sail when the tide was out
like forcing the fruit of an apple tree;
I should have waited
to enjoy the sun.
Time is of the essence
and the essence is time:
Each now passes and is gone;
a simple stillness remains

What will be will be
spring’s breath silent like the fall –
the sun comes around


copyright Francis 2023

Haibun: Something Stirring

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The spring song of a great tit
halted my winter walk;
the next day he was there again,
marking out his territory
so early in the year.
Then the incessant cooing of doves
on our rimy roof,
interrupting my morning ablutions.
Though it’s cold outside
and my heart is playing the blues
there are signs,
signs of something new,
much more than mere signs
of an early spring
which nature corresponds.

Something is stirring
Winter birds are singing spring
They sense what’s coming

Copyright Francis 2021

‘Cold Dawn’ — Haibun (for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai)

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That was the year
that was —
I present it to the flames
of purification,
scrying the images
for sign and portent
of brave futures unknown.
Outside, nature’s nudity
tears at my soul,
this cold dawn of realisation,
the privation of my heart, lost
somewhere between the sky,
that vast horizon
where a glacial sun greets,
sole testament to the day.

Last year’s summation
I’m sifting wheat from the chaff
Using discernment

Copyright Francis 2021

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Haibun: ‘Isabella’

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The sea was writhing at Seahouses. Northumbria wild, voices calling on the wind blown from Hyperborean reaches.

And then you — your skin grey like a seal, matching your eyes, a lantern jaw jutting out like a promontory, unyielding.

So then why are you so kind? Because you are blind, like nature, the tempestuous oceans thrusting, reaching, for just one fleeting sight of your son.

Who brought me this far?
Providence cannot explain
Winter’s existence

Copyright Francis 2020

dVerse Haibun Monday

Haibun: ‘Washing Day’

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I hang out the washing,
impatiently pegging
to save time.
Then I sit, fritter and daydream,
watching the wind toss the duvet
of my sleepless night,
pillow cases bellow in panic attack,
before the sudden lashing rain
insists I scamper outside.

Elements changing
Thrashing meandering thoughts
Nature’s clue unsaid

Copyright Francis Barker 2020