October has arrived and for every day the mornings grow darker. I know that soon it’s time for the first frost. Not the sweet touch of cold painting maple leaves, nor the hoarfrost breathing crystals on the withered grass. No I’m on my watch for the first black ice morning. That morning I need vigilance and caution not to fall. Better to be prepared with spiked tires on my bicycle. I need my studded shoes. But until then I enjoy the colors of the leaves, the crispness of the morning. I hope to be prepared. Waiting
caressed in orange
lullaby of maple leaves —
beacons for my path
Today Victoria hosts haibun Monday at dVerse. The topic is first frost and you can use any way you want to approach it in a haibun.
October 2, 2017