Surrealistic Spring



Yesterday morning, the almost full moon set in a glowing, misty haze. Birds chattered and scolded me just before dawn, the day of the vernal equinox. Today, I bring some of the Purim Hamantaschen I baked to my mom. Philadelphia is a smeary charcoal drawing—damp and dreary. The day seems surreal. My mom is seeing birdcages. As we leave, a sad clown, tall and silent, walks out of the lobby of her building. We listen to news of mourning in New Zealand on the car radio. But when we get home, I see the first daffodils blooming, bright beacons in the gloom.


shimmery moon hums

songs float between here and there,

mockingbird echoes


I wanted to post a poem yesterday for World Poetry Day, but it was just one of those days where I was running around, and then dealing with family issues. . . This haibun is for Frank’s Haikai Challenge, March Equinox.

AND Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Challenge using synonyms for Spring and Sing.

AND for dVerse, where Kim is hosting Open Link Night (which was last night).





58 thoughts on “Surrealistic Spring

  1. I was driving to work at the ungodly hour of “too early for me” and had a great view of the moon and sun but could not stop to capture it! Sigh.

    Lovely haibun, of course.

  2. A beautiful ‘almost full moon’ haibun, Merril and I love the description of Philadelphia as ‘a smeary charcoal drawing’ . That tall clown is definitely surreal! The haiku is perfect.

  3. You met all the challenges beautifully with this haibun, Merril. Daffodils are such happy flowers. I mentioned them in my poem this week too. The cookies look yummy. 😀 xo

    • Only you! 🙂
      We don’t really celebrate, so didn’t dress up. I thought the clown might have been someone dressed for Purim though. And my older daughter in Boston went to a Purimparty. She and her wife dressed as sharks. 😂

  4. Lovely haibun, sad but with a bit of joy, hopefulness. I also like this: “Philadelphia is a smeary charcoal drawing—damp and dreary.” It’s an apt description of the San Francisco neighborhood I used to live in, especially in winter and early spring.

  5. Shimmery moon hums.. I want to remember this. I’ll listen carefully next time I look at a beautiful big moon at night! Yes there’s mourning across NZ but also hope that shines like your little daffodil beacons. The determination to reach out in solidarity and love, and affirm that we’re all NZers together regardless of cultural and religious differences – I’ve never seen unity on this scale here before. The Purim Hamantaschen look so delicious, they’re new to me.

    • Thank you so much!
      I think you in NZ are inspiring the world. The tragedy is horrible, but that determination and unity you speak of is so visible. Shine that beacon far–the world needs that light of hope.
      I made soooo many Hamantaschen this year, but they came out great. They’re supposed to be shaped like the bad guy Haman’s hat. I have no idea why. 🙂

  6. How lovely to see those first blooms of spring. They shed light and hope, against all the darkness and hatred in our world today. I can see that shimmering moon too.

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  8. I really like this… the moon … the mockingbird …and the daffodil blooming reminding us that there is always hope! Loved this line… Philadelphia is a smeary charcoal drawing—damp and dreary.

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