Tonight on dverse we have been asked to write a haiburn about cherry blossom.
https://dversepoets.com/2021/03/29/haibun-monday-3-29-21-cherry-blossoms/
On route to school back in the 1980’s. To a school now vamoosed.
I would stroll along a street named Cherry Orchard. Each front garden holding a tree from the past. The orchard long since gone.
I still pass the street on my way to work. But the trees are all gone, gone, gone.
I miss the blossom on the street every spring. But there are plenty of others aroud the own.
Cherry blossom gone,
No blossom, no spectacle,
Cherry tree missed.
© rogleach 29/3/2021
perspective poetry 
luv the “school vamoosed” phrase
I remember after many many years going to see my Primary school only to see a waste land
The school has now been relocated
Happy Monday
much love…
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my secondary chool is now expensive houses
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Miss the dogwood tree blooms from home, although there’s much more yellow and purple here. Something about their fragrance, too, that can’t be replicated. Enjoyed your Haibun this evening.
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Thank you
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Unfortunate, but still nice memories.
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How sad the trees have not survived. Good news that the town has still more, however!
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The sorrow of the passing of joys of the past. Your haibun alludes to the transience of Cherry blossoms themselves–so beautiful, and yet gone so quickly. Beautiful write!
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Thank you
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Your haibun is tinged with sadness and nostalgia for the past – what a shame a cherry orchard had to be replaced with houses.
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How sad that those trees have gone! We seem to have our priorities all wrong…
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My school still stands where it did when I went there… but I think it is only the building, the rest is all different.
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