Photo : copyright Kanzensakura ( used with permission)
We have an old apple tree in our yard. There used to be three but over the years weather and disease got the best of the other two. Some years this old tree blooms abundantly and we have a harvest of misshapen but delicious apples at the end of summer. Birds nest in its branches and deer feast on the fallen fruit. Our granddaughter loves to play in the twisted branches. Every spring, as those lovely delicate white flowers begin to appear, we wonder if this will be the year we get a late freeze and will our old friend survive to delight us another season.
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tender blossoms
with coats of winter white
spring snow
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d’Verse Poets – Haibun Monday
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai -#895 Harusamu (cold spring)
Smiles.. first
just to let you
know Candy..
your link did not
directly link here.. but
hopefully most folks will
look further and still find
it here.. with no problem
at all.. like me.. smiles..
And back to your
poem.. smiles.. reminds
me of my Grandmother’s
crab apple tree on the
river i am raised at…
Picking best
switches..
butt red..;)
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glad I could bring back memories for you – even if they were painful 😉
thanks for letting me know about the link –
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Thanks friend.. And you are welcome..:)
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Oh I love this… the haiku I find especially good.. a true classic … a tree is like an old friend.
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thanks Bjorn. I do love that old tree.
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Nice connection with a tree. I grew up with a fig tree in the garden. It gave deliciously sweet figs. Winter did nothing to it; but one summer, my dog (a german shepherd) kept playing with it (against our efforts to stop the game) pulling its branches, until our fig tree gave up.
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thanks for commenting. funny how many people have special memories of a tree
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The wondering if these beauties will survive fits perfectly with the picture. Enjoyed immensely.
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thanks so much!
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Hopefully the old friend will survive another year and gift your family with the feast ~ Love the haiku of spring snow ~
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thanks Grace 🙂
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An old friend indeed – a very tender description of the tree and all that it means to you.
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thank you!
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Every child should have an apple tree as a friend…i did. Thanks for stirring the memories 🙂
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thank you!
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Spring blossoms and snow beautifully juxtaposed.
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thanks!
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Wonderful focus on that tree–the haiku is so good.
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thanks so much!
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Yes, the woods are full of broken branches after a heavy snow. It does make one concerned about the tree’s survival. Beautiful piece.
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thanks much!
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The haiku could describe your tree and your grandchild…the wonder of nature is reflected in us I believe. Beautiful work.
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thanks so much!
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I love how the question is about existence: the tree and the readers’.
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thanks
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I love the way your haiku brings this together!
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Your haibun is lovely, Candy. It reminds me of the three apple trees my son has in his backyard and you remind me how much I miss those lovely blossoms in spring. your haiku is stunning and fitting to that image! I could not help but reminisce “spring snow” and our running sap soon mid February and lots and lots of maple syrup.
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thanks so much. it’s amazing how many memories are tied to trees.
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So true.
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We do get attached to our trees don’t we? It’s sad when one doesn’t survive and we have to see it go. I love how you speak of your granddaughter playing in the branches. It’s a fun childhood pastime. Such a beautiful haibun told most tenderly, and love your haiku.
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thanks so much! I truly appreciate your comments.
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There is something wonderful about old trees, isn’t there? I do hope your apple tree continues to survive….. This poem makes me think of an apple tree that I was given as a gift when I was a child. It was planted in my childhood backyard. I wonder if it is still living there. Somehow I doubt it. Sigh.
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yes, I agree. there is something about trees that captures our imaginations and hearts
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Sweet reminiscences.
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