We met on my morning walk one day last week when I was feeling especially sorry for myself. I stopped to gauk. He just walked right by. Looks like he might have had a run in with that cat crossing at the crosswalk. City life.
I encountered this tall grass on my walk today. It was in one of those little sidewalk gardens situated directly in front of the owners home. On this bright, sunny day, the coolness was a reminder that autumn wore a chill. The gray had finally moved on.
This morning is especially gray. I open the door to the lushness of my garden that is still mostly green. I am greeted by a pair of butterflies dancing around the blooms of the butterfly bush. A welcome sight. As I step outside cupping my mug of tea, I note that it is cooler than I thought. It feels like autumn has taken hold.
butterflies brighten gray as autumn calls
For Frank Tassone’s Weekly Haiku Challenge where the prompt is New Coolness. To read or to participate go here
I can see the changes as summer days slip away. It seems that at five thirty in the evening, the light is already changing. I wonder if it’s just overcast skies. But it’s been persistent, so maybe not.
The rustle of leaves up high in tree tops suddenly sound louder. To the left, Canada geese congregate in the open field. The sparrows are outnumbered, so they’ve moved elsewhere. The sweltering heat has moved on.
a shift in time –
under the uproar of the wind in trees
a kinder breeze
For Colleen’s Weekly poetry challenge where the choice this week is the Poet’s choice. To read or to participate go here
I was never really a particularly chatty person. I always had my nose in a book, and I could never abide foolishness much. I was more interested in capturing catapillars and watching them change. Looking back, It felt like even as a child I was an old soul.
This, coupled with parents who were always at each others throat didn’t leave much time for celebrations. Especially not of birthdays. I don’t remember ever having a birthday party when I was young. That was never a big thing at our house. There were more pressing needs.
I do remember it being a day of protest, or acting up on my part. Thinking on this day I was somehow immune. The problem was my mom didn’t much abide foolishness either. So usually with my acting up, I got the order to “go pick a switch”. Birthday or no birthday.
new butterfly soars
on the wings of summer wind –
the nature of change
For dVerse Poets Pub where it is haibun monday and the prompt is “Birthday”.
Kim is hosting. Come do some reading or paticipate here.
For Tanka Tuesday over at Colleen’s where it’s Poet’s choice this week. Stop by and do some reading or join in here.