Whenever I see a Ginkgo tree, I think of Hiroshima. Six trees were growing near the epicentre of the blast, and all survived, and continued to grow, apparently undamaged. One grows in the graveyard in our local small town. The branches spread over a path that cuts from the main road to the town square. That path has been there for hundreds of years – I imagine the town has grown around it. It seems fitting that the Temple Tree has been planted so close to a church. I don’t know how long the Ginkgo has been there, but in the spring the leaves are like small green fans, and in the autumn they glow bright yellow. I can rarely resist picking up one of the fallen leaves, so unlike any other.
This is the most ancient tree of all, and yet it is reborn every spring. It’s a symbol of hope, and of the resilience of nature, thrusting down roots, pushing out leaves, changing with the seasons.
gold leaves in autumn-
winter branches bleak and bare –
green leaves in springtime
It’s haibun night at dVerse, and Frank is hosting. It’s also Hiroshima Day, and Frank asks us to remember the horror of the bombing there in our haibun. I’ve chosen to talk about the Ginkgo, a symbol of hope. You can read more about the Ginkgo here: https://kwanten.home.xs4all.nl/index.htm
I love the thought of a ginkgo trees, the most ancient, could survive and such a significance of that tree… I think it’s hard for them to survive a Swedish climate…. but I would love to be in the presence of such trees.
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That ancient tree is a beautiful symbol of life and hope, renewing each season with such beauty.
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That’s an amazing thing, that ancient gingko trees could survive the blats and keep growing, a symbol of hope. Another fact I’ve learnt today. Thank you, Sarah..
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A lovely haibun and haiku
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A wonderful story of resilience. A beautiful Haiku!
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A hopeful angle on a terrible atrocity.
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A breathtaking witness of hope, Sarah! I love the imagery you crafted in your prose. I could see how that ginkgo tree spread its shoots and wrapped its roots. I shuddered at the changing color of its leaves. Your closing haiku accented your story so well. Thank you, Sarah.
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Thank you for highlighting this symbol of hope … ginkgo trees are beautiful.
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It is a delight to learn of a tree who survived the attack. Thank you for letting me know about them. And that was one colorful haiku. 🙂
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I love gingko trees and like you always collect some leaves in the autumn. I had no idea that six had survived the atomic blast or of the symbolic meaning of the trees. I will treasure the golden leaves I find in autumn all the more now.
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A beautiful symbolism, Sarah. Especially love that second para. ❤
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A beautiful write.
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Oh, so evocative. Reminded me of Shelley’s “if winter comes, can spring be far behind?”
A hopeful write.
-HA
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I love this beautiful haibun of hope and renewal…thanks for sharing, Sarah!
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