A Haibun by Barbara

Connections

There's a tree in the north side alley. It generously blooms in bright orange and yellow blossoms throughout the summer and often reseeds itself, returning again every year.
Each spring, it prepares to fleck the lawn with tiny grains of pollen that are scattered by the wind.
Sitting here writing this testimony, I think of the path taken and I stop to observe it and I think of nature as a reality that produces an intelligence of its own thanks to a constant and immanent system in which coincidences plays a crucial role.

busy bees fly
hither and thither . . .
shall we go?