Rustle in the Breeze ~ haibun

Rustle in the Breeze

Rustle in the Breeze

A strong breeze brings to my ears the sound of a lawnmower two blocks away. Its dull drone is punctuated by the “Thud, Thud” of a sledgehammer slamming into my neighbor’s driveway retaining wall as a stone mason removes the last obstacle before him. Bags of cement sit beside a pallet of stone blocks waiting to take their place as a replacement for the long crumbling wall. A coworker starts the mixer to prepare the mortar, its low hum one more sound in a mechanical chorus. Water hisses as he sprays the inside of the hot metal drum. Sounds of nature are still evident to those who listen closely.

backlit green oak leaves
crowded with drying catkins
rustle in the breeze

This haibun is my response to Haibun Monday 4-26-21: The Present Moment,
the prompt from Frank Tassone at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, with the challenge
to write a haibun about the moment we are currently experiencing.

~ Day 26 ~

45 thoughts on “Rustle in the Breeze ~ haibun

    • Thanks, Beverly.
      Actually, with temps in the 80s and my oak allergy in full bloom, I’ll have to accept the indoors this week. It only took five minutes to go out and get this picture of one of the 20 oaks around my house, but I paid the price – even with an antihistamine beforehand.

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    • With strong winds yesterday and today, some of the catkins are blowing off of the oaks. With any luck I’ll actually get to work in the yard next week – I have a severe oak allergy. One year, the pollen was so heavy that our deck was coated yellow.

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      • I remember you mentioning the severe oak allergy before. My ex-bf had terrible allergies to oak and many other things. I wonder if a (covid) mask could help you? Sabidil is a homeopathic remedy that he said helped him immensely.

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  1. Very beautiful imagery. I can imagine how difficult it would be to deal with that. All the constant noise and to barely hear nature? It’d drive me crazy, personally. But at least if you listen closer, it can still be heard as you say. That’s an upside to it; not every bit of noise can be drowned out after all. 🙂

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  2. I know this situation and you’ve captured the cacophony so well I felt my stomach churn, Ken! A few years ago, the holiday bungalow next door (of an elderly man who lived several hundred miles away) was knocked down and replaced by a huge red brick monstrosity. The noise was horrendous, for almost a year! I’m so happy that the only sounds this morning are leaves and breeze.

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  3. You hear a lawnmower; I smell freshly cut grass. We are all coming out of our protected selves, and into the open air. Living again. Breathing fresh air again. I doubt that I’ll ever see my surroundings the same again, much like your backlit leaves. A very thought provoking, and well written haibun, Ken.

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    • I’m drawing a blank here, but back when my son was in high school (2000 or so), there was a movie (or an act?) about percussion with non-traditional “instruments” – trash cans, brake drums, etc. He was in band & marching band, and they did a stage performance using the same “instruments.”

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    • lol
      Actually, the chainsaw was me last week (although it’s an electric saw). My yard has more than 40 trees, and they’re always dropping branches. I pile them to the side, but at least once a year I have to cut the larger ones, then take all of it to the city’s yard waste site.

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