Haibun #2

I didn't want to go inside today. The wind held a promise that won't be kept for several more weeks. My daydreams held floppy hats, fresh berries, bare legs and muddy feet with polished toes. Hundreds of blackbirds swooped over the field and then landed all at once, their wings, loud and sibilant. They sailed off immediately, in great arcs and curves.

Spring was conceived in
the single candle lit on
a cold winter night.