This Spring, in addition to bluebirds nesting in one of their boxes, there are two pair of ducks and a pair of sandhill cranes nesting along the ponds out back. I’ve seen the ducks take flight on my walks. The cranes have strategically placed their nest in an area that is now impassable due to multiple trees falling across the human and deer path. I approached the area last week and heard an unidentified distress call. After the walk I youtubed “sandhill crane distress call” and it matched what I heard.
The big lilac bushes have not fared as well as their feathered friends. What buds the frost didn’t take, heat and drought decimated. Enough bloomed to put their scent in the air. The dwarf lilacs should open sometime this week. A morning thunderstorm blasted the blossoms from the redbud branches. The Asiatic Lily plants are still intact with the upside-down tomato cages over them. On Saturday, when visiting my younger son, his wife, and my new grandbaby, my son dug up a lovely lavender columbine from his yard and gave it to me. It’s now planted out front, near the pine trees.
All are snug abed.
Alone I raise my glass, toast
waxing gibbous moon.
My haiku is a direct nod/paraphrase to a famous poem by Chinese Poet, Li Bai.
Li Bai’s (aka Li Po’s) original poem (as rendered by Witter Bynner)
Drinking Alone Under the Moon
From a pot of wine among the flowers
I drank alone. There was no one with me —
Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon
To bring me my shadow and make us three.
Alas, the moon was unable to drink
And my shadow tagged me vacantly;
But still for a while I had these friends
To cheer me through the end of spring. …
I sang. The moon encouraged me.
I danced. My shadow tumbled after.
As long as I knew, we were boon companions.
And then I was drunk, and we lost one another.
… Shall goodwill ever be secure?
I watched the long road of the River of Stars.
Write a haibun that alludes to the Flower Moon.
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