Iliyana Stoyanova
Midwinter Dream
The local garden centre is closing down so I decide to have a final look around. I walk past endless aisles with pots and vases, then the discounted garden furniture corner and into the open-air section with outdoor plants. Various evergreen shrubs, sad-looking pots with primrose and cyclamen, and then I notice the hellebore—a small plastic pot with a broken rim, dark green leaves around a pure white bowl-shaped flower with tiny black dots as if painted by a master calligrapher. It takes me back to my childhood—our old flat, granny’s army of flower pots on the window sill, the morning sunshine and the smell of cookies after school, the promise of adventures with friends in the park and my bruised knees…
music
for a dancing child
fairy tales
the wind carries
over the meadows
About the Author
Iliyana Stoyanova is a poet, editor, and translator. She has been writing haiku for nearly twenty years, and her haibun and tanka prose have been published in Blithe Spirit, cattails, Haibun Today, Ribbons, Skylark, Time Haiku, Under the Basho, and various anthologies.