Hello Immortals!
What do you mean you’re not immortal? I haven’t seen any evidence to the contrary, yet.
supple blades of grass
waving in the light spring breeze
to overhead clouds
Spring is my least favorite season. There I said it. Haiku poets are supposed to love spring. We’re supposed to find it easy to wax rhapsodic about flowers and cherry blossoms. Don’t get me wrong. I love flowers, and one of the coolest things in my life was being a U.S. Senate intern during the Washington D.C. Cherry Blossom Festival when I was in college.
But I suffer from horrible allergies. The spring is brutal for me. Climate change has massively increased the pollen counts here in the Willamette Valley, where I live. Spring is not about rebirth or beauty for me. It’s about sneezing and desperately trying to avoid another sinus infection.
I still write lots of spring haiku, but my heart will always belong to summer and fall.
Be the poetry you want to see in the world!
Cheers,
Jason
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Entirely sympathize. Our Siberian Irises finally sent up shoots and bloomed. Trying to appreciate amidst the symphony of sneezes and coughs around here.
It’s almost too picture-postcard-beautiful here in NC. So much to take in... Ah-chooo!!! The clouds of pollen! Creatively, I much prefer a chilly gray autumn morning.