We hike on man-made hill, overlooking the city. The sky is muted blue-grey, with caramel warmth of the noon day sun. On this day, we are grateful for many things - one is a free Monday, instead of going to work. We talk about what we really love to do and toil away our hours without regard for money - arts, writing, reading, craft and gardening. How we would enjoy our days, dotted with activities that fill us, as homemade banana bread and hot coffee and chocolate. Still, we are thankful for the steady jobs that we have, and that allows us to pursue with passion the "other stuff". Around us, the leaves of the maple trees are showing rust - a sign that summer is ending. We sweat it out, up the steep slope, our footsteps crunching the pebbles.
on crab apples on ground- red
autumn wind is rising
Grace @ EverydayAmazing
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday, hosted by Frank J. Tassone. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Happy Labour Day!