Time and Perspective

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“A time for every purpose under heaven…”
A perspective for all of us to consider…

A time for thinking…
Seems everything moves but me
Watching trees turn green

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Tinnitus drowns cricket’s song
Tick-or-tape thoughts click on by…

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…Which time will it be for me?

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

First Bloom

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The daffodils began showing a couple of weeks ago. I saw the buds had formed last week. Today the first bloom opened in the sunshine along my front walk. With more cold weather to come, it will be interesting to see how long it lasts.

Mild winter // cool rains

Bring daffodil bulbs to life

Blooming before spring

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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March Madness

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Creeping in with the beauty of March is that madness that comes with the opening of tree buds and flowers. Pear trees bloom and maples push buds, making all those little helicopters that twirl their way down to the yard. The madness of it all comes not in the beauty, but rather in the pollen that floats through the air and coats my car windows with yellow dust. People with allergies go mad!
Every year it seems March madness takes over my head, fills my sinuses and makes me ache all over. I am recovering as I write from a week of misery that wants to stay with me. Even all the excess rain has not dampened “March Madness”.

Bees still in hiding
Tree pollen floats in spring air
Short circuits senses

Merril at d’Verse asked us to write a Haibun about March Maddness. This is not the basketball madness that we experience in the Carolinas, but rather other aspects of March that may drive us crazy. I chose the allergy season that comes every year.
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Peonies

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My mother had a large bed of peonies in our back yard when I was growing up. I remember the many blooms and sweet smell they produced. Now when I see peonies, it reminds me of that bed and of my Mom. Frank Tassone gave us peonies as our prompt for Haikai Saturday. This is my Tanka.

 

Long stemmed pregnant buds

Purple petals bursting forth

Spring peonies shine

One of Mom’s favorite blooms

Always reminds me of her

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Written for Frank Tassone’s  Haikia Saturday. This is a tanka about my mother’s flowers.

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Patience…Nature’s Rule

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Patience… Nature’s Rule  (a Hai bun)

In our world, we bow down and worship instant gratification. We find the opposite is true with nature. Since time began, nature has been patiently going through its annual cycles and seasons.

The book of Ecclesiastes tells us there is a time and a season for everything, a time for every purpose under heaven. Nature teaches us to be patient and wait for the right moment. The buds sitting in each joint wait for the sun, rain, and light to be exactly in sync before opening.

Sometimes we think we must make things happen in our life instead of waiting for the time to be right. Rushing things usually ends in disaster. The prophet Isaiah tells us, Those who wait on the Lord will renew their strength.  There is a lot of wisdom in waiting for the right time to bloom. You will know when everything is in sync and the time is right.

Stump of each dry leaf

A bud full of potential

Waiting patiently

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Victoria Slotto Kicked off our week with Haibun Monday—No Ko Me—Tree Buds

“In Japanese the word pending is implied in the Kigo, No Ko Me--tree buds. The bud holds so much potential, the possibility of the tree becoming all that is was created to be.”

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 Bud of New Beginning

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I thought I  killed my grape vine this summer! When the Japanese Beatles began to devour the fresh green leaves, I thought I would try my own homemade natural insect spray. As it turned out it was much too strong, and though it got rid of the beetles it also got rid of all the leaves it landed upon. After a week or two the dried up leaves began to fall off and I noticed new buds coming out at the base of the old leaves. In a couple weeks I had an arbor full of leaves and the stalk was much hardier. As my summer lilac dries up in the sunshine I see the same thing. New buds are awaiting the right conditions and will come out and renew the plant once more. This poem compares this renewal to our human condition.

At the base of each drying leaf

Is a bud full of life and potential

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Waiting patiently for summer’s heat

Or winter’s cold to pass

In the cool of spring

The refreshing showers

The promise of warmth

Sap rises in the cambium

Pushes open that small bud

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Enlarging into a new fresh leaf

Green and vigorous

Full of life

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Remember…

Behind all that crushes you

Makes you feel devastated

Hopeless and distraught

Lies a bud of strength and potential

Waiting for you to recognize

That your spring has arrived

Once more

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth