Yes. And now the finches are losing their brilliant yellow, as we see each day when they visit the thistle-seed feeder. At this time of year, Keats’ “To Autumn” is never far from my thoughts (“season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”). Living in a rural area just intensifies the awareness of seasonal change. Thank you for your lovely haiku.
late summer:
rising through raindrops
milkweed tufts
The golden finch singing…
with each of her white sound
another red leaf falls down
wow.
thank you, ed.
convalescent sky –
smeck of dry leaves rising
last oblation
Yes! This is IT now!
Thank you for this gift.
cattails
‘longside* overgrown marsh
horny red-winged blackbird calls
* alongside for those who wonder
red leaves, dark trees
yellow apples on the ground
it’s time to go
Very very beautiful.
This is Northern Michigan now.
Thank you!
Yes. And now the finches are losing their brilliant yellow, as we see each day when they visit the thistle-seed feeder. At this time of year, Keats’ “To Autumn” is never far from my thoughts (“season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”). Living in a rural area just intensifies the awareness of seasonal change. Thank you for your lovely haiku.
chilly autumn arrival
in the air
silent mockingbird’s song