falling when not held.
Leaves still bright grace roads and lawns;
they danced to distant wind chimes.
Old branches long gone:
broken by wind; cut by saw.
New branches coming.
~ ~ ~ ~
Refuse to die? No can do.
Like this tree, refuse to quit.
Fungus, moss, and lichen
share bark space in peace until
wind takes them all down.
The sound of cyclists
comes from somewhere behind me.
Just wind in dry leaves.
It really did sound like 1 or 2 cyclists were behind me on this rail trail. I stood off to the right so they could pass, but they kept coming. I turned around, saw that nobody was coming, and then saw/heard dry leaves make the noise as the wind made them move.
Riding the wind and
calm about impermanence,
clouds form and vanish.
Calm ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #348
Seen thru bare branches
that thrash in an angry wind,
Xmas lights shimmer.
Sailing on fall wind,
a flock of droplets migrates.
Each is a small world.
Sailing ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #286
Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #63
The Quest For A New Masterpiece Continues … winter
Heralds in the Sky
Flying clouds reveal
unseen wind above limp sails.
The crew dares to hope.
2016 in the Hudson Valley
Wind and rain impaired
October’s color pageant.
Still the year’s best month.
I have a daylight photo that looks much like a shot of the full moon thru colored leaves, so I can illustrate Chèvrefeuille’s beautiful evocation of true autumn while responding to
Carpe Diem Haiku Experiment #1 an introduction
with a short haiku (in 3-5-3 form) about how short the season is.
© Chèvrefeuille
light of the full moon
shines through colored leaves
at last … autumn
Ending Too Soon
Wind speeds up!
Leaves fall in panic!
Clouds roll in …
Mellow Curmudgeon 