Monday, September 26, 2022

early autumn

 



We walk on a few fallen red maple leaves.  It is still in the early fall season as most of trees have their leaves.   The leaves have started to change colors to pink lemonade, beige and honey, forming a delightful umbrella versus the grey sky.  We talk about how quickly summer time has passed as it was suddenly my dad's 5th death anniversary in September.   Time has softened the memories into an old movie projector and I can pick out the reels with happier and carefree times.  Soon, our footsteps lead us to a river, flowing with rhythmic beat to the wind.  


beneath the glass sky,

leaves spark a fire of colors-

river ripples, ducks- 



Posted for dVerese Poets Pub, Haibun Monday - September Song, with guest host, Xenia Tran.  The virtual pub doors open at 3pm EST.


21 comments:

  1. Amazing how fall can color our lives, strangely enough it is time also for me to remember my father... and time changes what you remember.

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  2. How lovely that you can remember your father with joy. Lovely haiku - I love that glass sky.

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  3. A beautiful haibun Grace, I love how the soft autumn colours mirror how time has softened the memories

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  4. Beautiful description, and September brings that mood, and memories, yes..

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  5. I love your word choice for the leaf colours 'pink lemonade' and 'honey' makes autumn sound like a party.

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  6. 'Till Birnham Wood remove to Dunsinane'
    One of my favourite plays. How wonderful to have walked in it!

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  7. Oh what a lovely haibun.

    Muchđź’›love

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  8. Grace, I like the colors you used for the changing leaves.

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  9. The imagery in this is superb. I could almost hear river.

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  10. Your haibun makes me sigh. Autumn tenderize the memories.

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  11. I know the "softening" ...so this made me sigh. The rhythm of the river beating with the wind felt like a powerful yet gentle healer.

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  12. I love how you riffed on September colours, Grace, and maple leaves. I especially enjoyed the ‘delightful umbrella versus the grey sky’ and the idea of time softening ‘memories into an old movie projector’ – and the glass sky of the haiku.

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  13. September as a place where memory dwells in the ever changing, multiforming, multicolored ripples of life - but then the “ducks” bringing you back to the moment. Wondrous haibun, Grace.

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  14. Beautiful! Precious memory. A peaceful feeling, love the haiku...

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  15. I love your movie projector analogy ... it is that way I think.

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  16. What a stunning haibun. My senses are awash in your imagery.

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  17. Beautiful Haibun, Grace! Events do mix with months to create memories.

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  18. i love how the details roll with such gentleness to make room for the soft ache of your father's death anniversary. heartfelt, Grace.

    A Reading Writer

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  19. Just lovely, Grace. I think of my mother in September, and cannot believe how long she is gone.

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