The prompt for day twelve of GloPoWriMo was to write a haibun about the natural landscape in the place I live. Prior to writing this I honestly didn’t know what the tree was called, but google saved the day.

‘The Yoshino Cherry Tree’

The nights are still cool, though most of the local flowers have bloomed. The spring storms have pasted early, and soon we found ourselves walking every night up the hill to the church. There are trees full of flowers despite their age all down the street and up the thick grassy hill to the little red bricked building. I don’t know their names but I always see

White flowers bursting
Under the street lamps, tonight
The trees glow hallowed.

The nights are almost perfect for sitting in the pavilion – to talk outside of the house, not walling ourselves in anymore. Sitting tranquil beside family and friends…