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Editor's Choice Blossom Haiku, John Daleiden
 

 

 

 

"in Just- spring when the world is mud-lucious"*

 

It is Spring—the time of year when the dull landscape of winter abandons its protective cloak, absorbs the nurturing rays of sun, is inundated with fecund drops of rain, and blossoms into spectacular, colorful rainbow colored umbrellas for a short time.

The April blossom haiku are a testament to this pageant of natural beauty:

acacia in blossom, apple blossoms, blackthorn blossom, bougainvillea blossoms, cherry blossoms, crepe jasmin blossoms, crocus blossom, gorse blossom, honeysuckle blossoms, hibiscus blossoms, ixora blossoms, forsythia blossoms, lilac blossoms, lime blossoms, magnolia blossoms, mango blossoms, mirobolam tree, mountain laurel blossoms, orange blossoms, orange ixora blossoms, peach blossoms, pear blossom petals, plum blossoms, poppy blossoms, poui blossoms, quince blossoms, sansivera blossoms, serviceberry blossoms, white lilac blooming, wild roses, wisteria blossoms

Thirty-one blossoms! I have collected all the blossoms from your fruitful haiku and I have concocted my own delicious ambrosia:

blossom wine—
an elegant crystal glass
on the table

# 130. John Daleiden, US

In April fifteen poets contributed 147 blossom haiku to the thread: Gillena Cox, TT; Magdalena Dale, RO; John Daleiden, US;  Jon Davey, UK; Bill Kenney, US; Catherine J. S. Lee, US; Tracy McPherson, US; Karen O'Leary, US; Jacek Margolak, PL; Vasile Moldovan, RO; Peter Pache, US; Keith A. Simmonds, TT; Maria Tirenescu, RO; Josh Wikoff, UK, Rafal Zabratynski, PL.  Five countries are represented: Poland, Romania, Trinidad, United States, United Kingdom.

Choosing notable haiku form this collection has been a difficult task. I have selected and commented on the following haiku.  These are presented in no particular order.

Humans are surrounded by the cycle of change in the natural world: day and night, the sun, moon and stars; the wind; the sun and the botanical change of plant life from a winter period of rest to a blossoming period of growth—   The blossom haiku in this thread celebrate the annual seasonal change. Early in the season there is occasional backsliding to the previous season:

daffodils
bow down
spring snow

# 08. Peter Pache, US

 

snow laden clouds—
hedgerows dusted with
blackthorn blossom

# 25. Jon Davey, UK

But slowly, the new season returns:

one honeybee
the first
crocus blossom

# 04. Peter Pache, US

One of the first human responses of welcome to the new warm weather growing season is to change our own winter habits. This slightly humorous haiku focuses on a meeting ground between the human world and the natural world:

plum blossoms
I put away
my electric blanket

# 63. Jacek Margolak, PL

Once the Spring riot begins in the natural world, humans can become oblivious, entrenched in their own worlds, and make a momentary retreat.  For my own part, I became ill with pneumonia this SpringI spent the first nine days of April in bed and sleeping for the most part.  My, oh mywhat I missed:

a week of sickness—
the plum already
in bloom

# 21. Jon Davey, UK

Soon I began to feel better, especially with the help of all these blossom haiku:

convalescence:
cherry blossoms
balm to the spirit

# 75. Keith A. Simmonds, TT

The one commonality about the seasons is their penchant for change; it is one of the delights of the physical world.  Don't blinkyou will miss something spectacular:

hidden gate
wisteria blossoms
arch the garden path

# 78. Catherine J.S. Lee, US

Be sure to look everywhere—see everything with the eye of a poet and an artist:

Fashion parade—
the lilac blossoms wear
the best kimonoes

# 58. Vasile Moldovan, RO

The Spring blossom is a momentary beauty—elusive:

spring morning
magnolia blossoms
begin their fall

# 09. Bill Kenney, US

Capture the essences for your memory—write a haikiu:

Lime blossoms—
the wind unfolding
my memory book

# 76. Magdalena Dale, RO

Observe closely—look high and low—even the ground is alive:

sultry afternoon—
parasol ants toting
ixora blossoms

# 104. Gillena Cox, TT

Even a reminder of the past season is constantly present for some of us:

snow on the mountains—
the white lilac blooming
in the valley

# 34. Maria Tirenescu, RO

Day and night the Spring riot continues:

Twilight—
the lime branches
full of buds

# 80. Magdalena Dale, RO

Humorously, for some the pleasant scent of blossoms masks an unpleasant reality:

crescent moon
honeysuckle blossoms
near the old outhouse

# 118. Catherine J. S. Lee, US

The profuse array of blossoms are only a harbinger to the production of luscious, ripe fruits that can sustain human and animal life:

First crush
warm, sun-kissed
blossoms and berries

# 06. Tracy McPherson, US

There is an old saying: "When gorse is in blossom, kissing's in season.  And because gorse thickets are a mixture of several sub-species that have different flowering timesweeeell!   You get the idea. Kissin' is in season all the time!

scent of wood smoke—
gorse blossom smolders
in the thicket

# 16. Jon Davey, UK

Don't look now!  Kissing and blossoms are not only for the young of heart:

two old lovers
clutching plum blossoms...
a spring in their step

# 19. Keith A. Simmonds, TT

Capturing the essence of Spring is a never ending task:

cherry blossoms
on a haiku card
best regards

# 94. Gillena Cox, TT

 

white blossoms—
poetry spills
from the page

# 12. Karen O'Leary, US

 

haijin's angst...
elusive beauty
of cherry blossoms

# 45. Keith A. Simmonds, TT

For my part I am satiated with blossoms.

*In Just-, a poem by e. e. cummings

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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