It’s not abrupt, but more like flowing downstream on a river; changes in the way you look too deep into your mirrored eyes. Like leaves you waited for in spring, now clinging to the the limbs of trees waiting soon to fall these last of days. We all start like brooks and rivulets, born from snow; we merge and giggle, we cascade with youth; we grow, turn midlife sluggish. prosper, water fields and way too soon break apart into swamps and deltas. We wait in rot, our veins turn dark, and when we finally have died and leave this earth we’ve only left some sediment, some minor change, traces from from our youth. But these are changes building beaches. So when I look upon a leaf in fall, and feel the change of air, I wonder how many times I’ll have the privilege to see the wonder, to go through yet another cycle, being born at spring, prosper die and how many poems I’ll read before it’s time to leave.
the toddler’s feet —
dancing in the puddles
smiles with rain
Today it’s haibun Monday at dVerse hosted by Toni who inspire us with changes in season which makes perfect sense this week of autumn equinox. Change is in the air. Join us with your own offering.
September 19. 2016