This is the break of sun over the Mt. of Olives. I stood on our veranda and watched the sun light up the sky this morning. What is it about morning? I’m definitely a morning person, so those early hours may seem surreal to me; but I can never get over their freshness and sense…
Tag: autumn
haiku: funeral dance
blown before the wind brittle brown leaves dancing at their own funeral dirge
haiku: foundations
hand-hewn cobblestones old-world traditions remain today’s foundations
haiku: funeral
rubied leaf shivers in the autumn breeze, dressed up for a funeral
haiku: green blood
skeleton of life brittle shred once pumped green blood into maple sap
haiku: fall’s burnished luster
fall’s burnished luster glows strong against winter’s chill crouching at the door
Autumn’s Arrival
Autumn arrives at early morning, but spring at the close of winter day. –Elizabeth Browning Autumn arrived some weeks ago in Texas. But it was not much to see. It was something to feel. And yes just like the quote, it came at early morning–the brisk air, the slant of light, the spark of change…
Summer’s Bouquets Become…
Summer’s bouquets become… Fall arrangements.
haiku: autumn harvest
orange and gold shimmer fields, vines, and trees spilling fruit autumn harvest glows
haiku: scarlet leaf
a scarlet leaf stains my parched lips and quenches what is thirsty in me