Autumn is my favorite season. Summer is too hot, winter too cold, spring too rainy, but autumn is just right. When I was growing up, I enjoyed kicking leaves, walking to school by myself, hearing them crunch underfoot. I even liked to rake leaves, but, shh, don’t tell my dad.
leaves of yellow gold
adding always to the earth
blowing between worlds
The world of winter will soon usher in short days, icy sidewalks, biting winds and mounds of snow. The summer world has ended. Garter snakes and toads dig deep in the soft ground, hibernating. I used to picture them in a parallel world, dark and snug, not blanketed in white. Then one spring, I accidentally dug up a slumbering toad. I dropped the bulb in my hand and shrieked. I don’t know who was more surprised, me or the toad. I never imagined toads dreaming quietly in shallow burrows beneath lilac bushes. Another world exists a few inches below the earth, below the frost fingers, where animals sleep away the cold days. Since then I walk quietly above the secret places where animals slumber and magic lies hiding in my human world where children still clap their hands and believe in fairies.
can you be alone
when all around you is life
Just because you can’t see a thing, does not mean it’s not there. You dig and find things you don’t expect. Fall is a time of miracles. Acorns shower from the trees, chestnuts fall like gunshots and maple seeds spin softly. Fish sink to the bottoms of ponds and prepare to sleep, barely breathing. Monarch butterflies fly thousands of miles to Mexico in a magical migration. Sometimes the weather is warm and sunny then snowing in the same day, winter and summer worlds twirling madly. I have a fascination for the turning worlds, summer, autumn, winter, spring and back again.
watch the seasons change
leaves fall in a swirling dance
dreaming of spring rain
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham
Some wonderful poets were mentioned, and this week’s haibun prompts were at Call2Read.