Dawn’s dreary vistas
greet October’s darkened skies
-geese call to their mate
Westerly winds are raging
goldenrod has lost its shine
When autumn withdraws
North winds strip the sheltered trees
Earth sheds innocence
Bashō works bring joy
When haiku winters cross my mind
– Fall colors fade
I see you, now that the leaves are stripped
Resting on the middle branch
Exposed to wind, but holding steady
Empty as the flocks are gone.
A vacant home, now just a resting place
For winter’s backyard travelers.
Just sticks and twigs, stuck on a branch
No speckled orbs to guard.
It’s vacant now awaiting spring
When life will return to green.
Filled with down, soft and warm
Hidden once more to me.
I woke up the morning expecting the trees to be completely stripped by the sustained 40+ mph winds we had in the region yesterday. Much to my surprise, the fall colors are brighter than ever. It seems all the softwood trees (like cottonwood) had their dull brown and tan leaves knocked off. Now only the deep greens, Reds, yellows, and scarlets are left.
It’s like the whole season has been renewed.
I think it is time to harvest the Honey Crisps apples and pick up some pumpkins… It’s hayride time again!