A sharp breeze from the southwest snaps flags—reminders of Presidents’ Day and the aftermath of recent rain showers. White clouds pool in mountain crevices—fluffy bowls of whipped cream or meringue. Sunshine breaks through, coaxing the dogs and I to cross the street in an attempt to offset desert chill. Black crows that circle overhead caw furiously. Sparky and Zoe bark back as though to protect me but I press onward, ignoring the chaos, and I consider how nature gives freely of her beauty.
rainy winter days
rare but pregnant with promise
carpets of color
In the years when we are blessed with abundant rain, the desert floor blooms forth, splashing color everywhere.
Written for and posted to dVerse Haibun Monday where Kanzen Sakura asks us to consider how the best things in life are free.