Monday, October 3, 2016

Gone Again



The summer angst is over. What would flower has bloomed; what would be eaten
has been consumed. Cabin dwellers and woodland creatures all happy in their own way. The leaves are magnificent in their dying. The  air crisp as temperatures fall. Gardens are bedded down with a layer of mulch, and bulbs buried to sleep until a new Spring’s blooming. She sits and admires it all, is grateful for all, is faith-filled again, for another season.

Flowers have grown old
Falling petals making mulch
Her pathway follows





"ellecee"




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7 comments:

  1. The is a delight to read aloud. I saw the season become itself from line to line... just wonderful.

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  2. "The leaves are magnificent in their dying."...so beautifully put...they have played their part & even beautifying the last moment like wise souls...

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  3. Whistles!! ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–This is absolutely exquisite writing, Linda ๐Ÿ˜˜ I just love how you describe the arrival of autumn with images of "The leaves are magnificent in their dying. The air crisp as temperatures fall. Gardens are bedded down with a layer of mulch, and bulbs buried to sleep until a new Spring’s blooming" Beautifully executed! Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  4. A tender yet pleasing piece, Ellecee. "She sits and admires it all, is grateful for all..." I particularly love this line. May we always be joyful!

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  5. What a beautiful relaxing haibun Ellecee. Sad though autumn is it confirms the round of life and gives us hope for the future.

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  6. Sometimes in falling comes celebration - perhaps because all things fallen can create themselves again..I do hope so

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