Before sunrise. Before even the break of day. The first robin begins the overture. Others soon carry the melody. Soon, the sound of their choral arrangement shakes away the last hope of sleeping in.
Before sunset. Before even the hint of twilight. The last robin refrains the coda. The harmonies have ended. Only the last repeating notes of the melody remain.
They’ll continue this conspiracy throughout the spring. They will not stop until they delight every listener, to the point that all drop to their knees and wet their sleeves in gratitude.
blossom haze
a blue jay arcs across
a clear sky
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Frank J. Tassone 
We don’t have blue jays here in New Zealand but I loved the way it ‘arcs across a clear sky’ which sparked my imagination.
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the image of wet sleeves is a detail that carries so much emotion. this is beautiful.
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Wonderful haibun.
Happy you dropped by to read mine.
Much💛love
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Your previous haibun was brilliant, with that last sentence, and in fact I was copying that technique somewhat with mine. In your wonderful haibun I spotted how you crafted that captivating rhythm it has (‘before’ etc). The haiku fitted just right, the prose traversing the day and the haiku the sky. Really like haibun very much practiced to such an art.
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Beautifully done! We have moved from blossoms to pollen down here!
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Robins everywhere…that is spring. (K)
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Indeed! Thanks, K! 😀
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Wonderful haibun Frank! Love the arc in the sky… 🙂
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This is beautiful. I understand the emotion their song evokes.
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Thank you, Debi! 😀
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The repetition of “before” really sets a rhythm for reading and has a way of commanding attention in this beautiful haibun.
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Thanks, Mish! 😀
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Ah the songs of the robins at sunrise and sunset. They gift us with song.
I smiled with delight at the bluejay arc. I have a feeder so I have been getting visitors regularly here.
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Wondrous. How such an irritation can turn into a celebration. Wondrous.
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Thanks, Petru! 😀
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Your robins sound a lot like our blackbirds… they never stop
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Love the haiku, Frank!
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