Morning weaves rumpled threads of grey and blue across the sky. Clouds are clumps of cotton and velvet, stiching sunlight in muted hues. I inhale the fresh tang of dew and pine needles. My shoes crunch the pebbles as I begin the descent to the creek and small bridge. The maple leaves have started to fray on the edges and some trees are showing tints of orange char. I spotted browning leaves on the grass, the first of many in autumn's slow waltz with the wind.
two brown geese forage
on shallow tides, ribbed by wild
flowers yellowed - summer -
Sunflowers, Jerusalem Artichoke
Posted for dVerse Poets - Haibun Monday - Morning hosted by Mish. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.