Tasting the fall

The last Monday evening in November. I ponder gratitude. Not from fireworks or bloom, not from listening to birdsong or submerging in rose-perfume of June. In autumn only evergreens and moss still mimic life; and yet there is a comfort in the humdrum of persistent drizzle, in this colorless sky and shadows of the barest branches moving darkly with the wind. I’m thankful for the humid rawness of the air; for the scent of leaves decaying in the streets. I’m pleased that every day I bicycle to work, I learn again the taste of fall.

My neighbor’s tabby, still tipsy from nightly exploits, crosses the street

We do not celebrate Thanksgiving in Sweden… so writing something about gratitude was not that easy. Next Sunday is the first of advent, and to some extent I think this time of the year, there is more a sense of doom. For me it fitted well to complement the prose with an American Sentence instead.

Today we write haibun on gratitude with Frank at dVerse come and join us.

November 25, 2019

15 responses to “Tasting the fall

  1. Bjorn, thanks for this picture of your part of the world. Though we have a holiday called thanksgiving, for most of my life it was only about food and not about gratitude. Now that I can appreciate it more fully, it can seem like the only holiday Americans got right. Thank you for your writings, and your huge contributions to the community.

  2. I liked your poem, in which you had to stretch your imagination a bit. Your haiku was great. I still marvel at how faithful you with your cycling commute. And I agree that one of the big things I’m thankful for is your leadership and the groups continuing fellowship.

  3. Love your American Sentence. Those tabbies are something. You still bicycle to work, I still walk everyday. Thank you for your leadership at dVerse and your writing.

  4. We do not celebrate Thanksgiving here in T&T generally. I suppose Americans resident here may.

    Happy Monday

    Much🌻love

  5. Meaningful and gentle haibun Björn. I enjoyed this. Thanksgiving is dedicated to caring, gathering, squabbling, and gluttony — not necessarily in that order. But I love the intention of the day.

  6. “I know learn again the taste of fall.”… That made me stop and think because I never thought of the taste of fall, only the smells and colors. You are right there is also a taste. I really like this and loved your American sentence!

  7. Bjorn — loved the Haiku and your ungrateful non-American thankfulness. Smile.
    BTW, this sentence:”I’m pleased that every day I bicycle to work, I know learn again the taste of fall.”
    I think there is an err — “know learn”?
    You Haiku sentence was fun!

  8. There is always comfort in the seasons, in the continuity of nature and the neighbor’s cat–it anchors while the rest of the world storms. (K)

  9. “I’m thankful for the humid rawness of the air; for the scent of leaves decaying in the streets. I’m pleased that every day I bicycle to work, I know learn again the taste of fall.”
    Beautiful words of gratitude. Different places have different reasons for their Thanksgiving. Though I am thankful for the day, the greater challenge is to have gratitude every day.

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