I stare at the ceiling, wondering if it is 1 or 2 PM. At the corner of the table is a kerosene lantern, not used for many years. I light it and walk into the night. The creatures of the night hush at the sound of footsteps, but the persistent buzz of a bee holds my attention. The bee hovers around a wild plant; an orange bud. The bud sleeps on, unheeding the bee’s buzz and noise. But, the bee does not give up. It sits on the leaves and bends towards the bud, shaking it. Suddenly, there is a loud hiss. It is not the bee, but the flower. It opens up to reveal a yellow inner part, further illuminated by the lamp. The bee moves home and rekindles in my heart the hope to live.
Dawn
orange bud blooms
baby’s first word
Beautiful Padmini
Thank you so much, Madhuri. This was one of my earliest haibun (when I began writing haiku and haibun) and it is very special to me.
VERY nice!! I love this!! xo
Thank you so much, Amy:)
This is so beautiful. The imagery created is truly mesmerizing!
Thanks a lot:)
A beautiful haibun/haiku. You captured the magic of the moment.
Thank you very much:) Appreciate your visit and the comment
Such a wonderful post. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work. Cheers!
That’s so beautifully written.
I thought myself to be holding that lantern. 😊
Thank you so much:)
Such talent. Beautifully written and wonderfully shared.
I am thankful for this comment, Kally. This has really brightened my day. Cheers!