The fountain welcomes strangers with it’s water song. Weeping cherry trees bloom their white dresses just in time for a wedding as benches whisper stories of first loves and stolen kisses. The maple trees laugh at children playing tag and hiding painted rocks. The sidewalks groan at the thought of a new festival season, but the band stand eagerly awaits the crowded lawn and new talent.
Young grass peeks through mud
a new season of laughter
I am open to constructive criticism since this is my first try at a haibun. I know I need improvement so any suggestions and critique on form would be helpful.