testimony of march

as the days turn longer, all the silent moments are now punctuated with a realization that the darkness is receding. things are all the more apparent in the lasting light. on a brief walk through the nearly empty streets of an upscale neighborhood, i ponder over the sight of the golden trumpet vine on an expansive property that has taken over the metal handrails and old red bricks, seemingly growing even further with every passing second, as if it is going to consume the entire form and structure of this house. i wonder what its occupants would think of it. this March, i am not going to look for answers.

March comes like madness —
the bright golden flowers glare
at the passerby


 March’s mad weather —
a frail little bud drops down
by a sudden breeze

© Anmol Arora

For Haibun Monday: March Madness at dVerse

7 thoughts on “testimony of march

  1. I like your description of that trumpet vine. It seems like it is announcing that winter is over and it is now time for it to take over whatever is in its path.Very nice.


  2. Colleen@ LOOSELEAFNOTES says:

    I want to be gazed at by the yellow glare. Gonna look at my buds now and see how they are faring.


  3. Glenn Buttkus says:

    Your closing line grabbed me; sometimes we seek answers as part of our control issues. I like the idea that perhaps we could chill and accept,. just roll with the events.


  4. I can’t decide if this is light or nightmarish. That vine taking over and glaring at the passerby? Kind of scary. But I did enjoy reading this vivid description.
    And that Nina Simone is wonderful! Love it!


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