For the second day, dank air clings to life in the woods beyond my windows. March has been harsh since the equinox, all the more jarring since the solstice this year brought kind weather for months. The bulbs buried deep in the earth know when it’s their time to emerge and touch the sky, though, even if the sun’s warmth cannot yet penetrate this gunmetal blanket above bare branches.
Skies flattened by grey
loom over bursts of purple
hinting of spring’s joy.
A haibun is a poetic form that combines a prose poem with haiku. Today begins National Poetry Month. The folks at NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo* posted an early-bird prompt yesterday for this type of poem. Check out their daily prompts during April and join in the challenge to write – or at least read – 30 poems in 30 days.
* NaPoWriMo is short for National Poetry Writing Month and GloPoWriMo stands for Global Poetry Writing Month.