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.
Lately, there has been nothing to the days but gray. It looks like a brewing storm. But it would turn out to be a calm slate of gray that just lingers. This look is carried through to the nights.
My crystal ball can’t say how clear the night sky will be in the mountains. But I am really looking forward to getting out of the city just the same.
The plan is to leave at eight in the morning, so naturally we left at eleven. This is always the case. Especially when this is not going to be a day trip.
Pedestrians are walking over the Tappan Zee bridge walkway. This is a new addition. What an amazing view that must be. That, is going on my to do list.
Ongoing road works along the route is finally over. This makes for a more pleasant ride. Along the way, we pull over every now and then for photos of turning leaves.
In the mountains I look forward to gazing at a night sky that offers some rewards.
bathing in moonlight
on this clear autumn night
creekside stargazing
Pat R
9/29/20
For dVerse Poets Haibun Monday where the prompt is The Moon, and Frank is hosting. To participate or just read go here.
And for Eugi’s blog where the prompt is Crystal Ball
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.
new coolness
butterflies brighten gray as autumn calls
Pat R
9/15/20
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
Pat R
9/03/20
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
Pat R
8/03/20
For dVerse Poets Pub where it is haibun monday and the prompt is “Birthday”.
Kim is hosting. Come do some reading or paticipate here.
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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.