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.
There was harmony in the park this morning. No swooping seagulls. No squirrel on the run with snarky birds in hot pursuit. There was no huge butterfly skewered in the beak of a tiny bird. Everyone was getting along!
The light of morning has been seized upon by a mighty thunder storm. Charcoal gray clouds now fill the sky.
They soon give way to ploppy raindrops and pea sized hail. The leaves of the hydrangea is in a tremulous dance. Hail pings off the metal back stairs, and the glass door. Those landing on the stairs are immediately washed into puddles by the vigorous downpour. This, results in their immediate drowning.
The limbs of the tall lopsided pine are in an uproar. As are all the hefty bushes in the garden. They are locked in a lively jig with this wild wind.
Time to escape to where nature’s rocky promenade meets blue sky. To be lost in panoramic views, while eavesdropping on the sounds of nature quiets my mind. Here’s to cleansing breaths and new perspectives.
to the wind’s rhythm,
For Tanka Tuesday over at Colleen’s our focus is specific form – a haibun with a photo from Frank J. Tassone for inspiration. To check further entries, to participate or to read more on the different types of haibun go here.
My walks feel more like an escape from detention. So I find myself paying closer attention to the landscape. The park grounds keeper is clearly still struggling with this delayed upkeep. Wildflowers have taken over.
Often, I would come across a patch of yellow, with a pink one snuggled comfortably in their midst. How nice!
Met this fellow in the park yesterday. He practically stood still for his closeup. Citified! I read somewhere that squirrels eat garden snails at times. Must be during times of ‘making do’. I’ve lived through a couple of those myself😊. Even so, what a way to go – inners gone, shell tossed.