(With a nod to the Haibun format: a short prose with a juxtaposing Haiku)
Buds slowly wake in the muted sun of early dawn; they
splash the barren branches with shades of parsley green.
The nodding heads of snowdrops line the slopes to the
sylvan pool where croaking frogs peer out, wide eyed, from
the still water. The trickle of a distant brook, once the
only sound in winter’s embrace, is now accompanied
by the chorus of a thousand birds declaring territories
and serenading partners. The magic of nature is
all around us: a legacy to be nurtured and preserved.
A changing climate