Psalm 92:2

A blanket of gold leaves covers the lawn today. The morning light glitters in the few left on the cherry tree. We still have not had a hard frost and purple sage continues to bloom. Almost everything else is gone to seed and the birds are eating well. A comfort to have their company. A chill comes through the window. If autumn is a symbol of our inevitable demise, it is a beautiful one. Each year, I am a bit less afraid. Maybe I am going home.

dawn
a door opens
to a flower garden

 

Red River Book of Haibun Vol 1

2019

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