Leaves in the Wind ~ haibun

 

Leaves in the Wind

Leaves whisper among themselves, giving voice to the breeze that caresses them. They may speak of birth and the vitality they hold for just one season. Perhaps they speak of the fall dance that awaits them, when they dress in festive colors that shout to the world their exuberance even in their decline. They may move in unison, turn this way and that, shifting shades of green early on or shimmering in the subtle translucence of their late-in-life display, but once they lose their grasp it is the wind that determines their direction.

fallen leaves
rustle in the wind
chipmunks nest

This haibun is another take on the prompt at dVerse ~ Poets Pub,
Haibun Monday: aki no koe (Autumn’s Voice).
I’m sharing it with OpenLinkNight #327 at dVerse.

My first response is here.

22 thoughts on “Leaves in the Wind ~ haibun

  1. You have brought back wonderful, precious memories for me today Ken. My mother lived on sixteen acres in the middle of nowhere Buffalo Missouri, lots of trees. We traveled there every fall to rake those darned leaves onto huge tarps, dragged down into the deep woods.
    Happy Thanksgiving.

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  2. Hi Ken, this is lovely. It reminded me of this description from Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy: “The hill was covered on its northern side by an ancient and decaying plantation of beeches, whose upper verge formed a line over the crest, fringing its arched curve against the sky, like a mane. To-night these trees sheltered the southern slope from the keenest blasts, which smote the wood and floundered through it with a sound as of grumbling, or gushed over its crowning boughs in a weakened moan. The dry leaves in the ditch simmered and boiled in the same breezes, a tongue of air occasionally ferreting out a few, and sending them spinning across the grass. A group or two of the latest in date amongst the dead multitude had remained till this very mid-winter time on the twigs which bore them and in falling rattled against the trunks with smart taps.”

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  3. I love the colors in the leaves each Autumn. They are a physical reminder of change and the cycles we are all a part of. I really appreciate your descriptions and the ending, releasing the leaves to the wind. Nature is always showing us the way forward.

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