It’s been a little while since I’ve participated in Rebecca’s monthly poetry challenge over at Fake Flamenco. November’s is to write a haiku about something in nature that fascinates you, and that’s right up my alley. So, here are a couple of offerings.
Though we may hold on Nature knows when the time’s right To just let things go
Bare limbs twist and reach Like wanting hands to the sky Hungry for winter
I’m particularly inspired by nature in fall and winter, and I love the change in the color and light, and the bare limbs of the trees. So, this challenge came along at the perfect time! And if you’d like to join the fun, you’ve got until November 13th. 😊
Almost gone, your leaves Fallen and caught by the wind You know what’s coming
It seems to have happened overnight, though I know it didn’t: We woke up this morning, and just like that, our birch tree is ready for winter. It always makes me a little melancholy, watching a season end. But I love winter, and hopefully this year, we’ll have some snow.
There are still plenty of colorful leaves on some of our other trees, so we’re not quite there yet. But winter is certainly on its way, y’all.
The color of fortune and fervor, of mornings and sunsets, of fate and flair and feelings and flame lays its claim to the leaves again. And we – only passing and making our way in this world – we get to see for the briefest time this lucky red that dyes the ties that bind. How fleeting, fading fast, it seems, and nothing lasts, they say. But this, surely this we can hold, always there, bright and bold, in our memory.
Picture it: A cool breeze and a constant drizzle in the newly gold-tipped trees, and inside a warm house, two lovers sit by a fire, drinking tea. “Rain all weekend,” says the one, and “That’s not so bad,” says the other. And it’s true, you know – there are worse ways to spend a couple of days than inside, together, just watching the autumn world turn damp and gray.
Here in my little corner of Virginia, it rained yesterday for the first official day of fall, and I spent most of it inside, reading. Today, I’m volunteering with a fifth-grade book club. We’ll be discussing Because of Winn-Dixie, which is one of the sweetest and most adorable books I’ve ever read. And after that, who knows? Perhaps Graham and I will get out and about and run some errands, or maybe I’ll sit and write. I do have a short story to post by the end of the month, after all. 😉
Whatever you do with this first autumn Friday, I hope it’s something worth doing, and that it makes you happy.