Indian Summer (haibun)

©Clr`15/12/08

Fallen leaves carpet grounds in ambers, except for those that hold on limbs for dear life. Parks are barren, missing squeals of youths and laughter among families. Park benches are abandoned by lovers, both young and old. Autumn’s melancholy mushrooms over time as winds blow mockingly. Suddenly, temperatures rise to unseasonal heights with warmer days, oh! so short-lived, teasing all things living.

Indian Summer squats
basking under sun kissed skies
Mother Nature lies.

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Falling into happiness (troiku)

fallen leaves – yet,
heaps of fun transformed
skipping rope

fallen leaves – yet,
multi-coloured blankets
cover lawns

heaps of fun transformed
youngsters’ plunging gleefully
grand-daddy smiles

skipping rope
Indian summer lingers
playing double-dutch

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autumn’s bliss (haibun)

© Clr’14 taken first week of October – a stranger accepted to be photographed on this glorious day!

Shivering in the cool air shortly after dawn, you can see her breath in smoke signals as she walks quickly to stay warm. Lunchtime has a change of heart…

midday radiance
greets a summer’s breeze –
season’s treat
fall’s tucked up on a shelf
dead leaves shed their tell-tale scents

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welcome warmth (haibun)

Nothing nicer than a little break with Indian Summer just before the long cold months ahead. The trees are bare, the parks are empty, children back in school all day now. She sits on the park bench to soak up the warm sun with her parka on her lap.

Inhales quiet
sunshine winking
almost naked trees

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