Seasonal Credence

Summer passes into autumn in some unimaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf. - Thoreau

feelings change colors

blown by breaths of acceptance

gently to the ground

Author's Note

“It is pleasant to walk over the beds of these fresh, crisp, and rustling leaves. How beautifully they go to their graves! how gently lay themselves down and turn to mold! - painted of a thousand hues, and fit to make the beds of us living. So they troop to their last resting-place, light and frisky. They put on no weeds, but merrily they go scampering over the earth, selecting the spot, choosing a lot, ordering no iron fence, whispering all through the woods about it,--some choosing the spot where the bodies of men are mouldering beneath, and meeting them half-way.”

Reviews

[Mariej]

Autumn is superbly sketched in so few words in this beautifully penned Haiku, Pete. We can take a lesson from the leave who accept that it is their time to leave the tree and fall to the ground, by accepting what leaves our life also. I love your excellent choice of graphic, it complements the words of the Haiku so well. I so enjoyed! Lovely work! Thank you for sharing...

[Pete]

everything in due season. we would do well to take a page from nature's book to stay in touch and well grounded. it has much to teach us. thank you for sharing thoughts.