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October Walk

Romantic nature
paves the path with gold – river
adds sweet harmony.

(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: river/ path. Image from personal collection.)

Autumnal Joy

Fields glisten –
golden satisfaction –
eagle soars above

Sun on river gleams
a glorious farewell
my heart joins eagle.

(Image from personal collection.)

Do Explore!

Through thickening brush
light whispers, beckons – forest
ripe with mystery.

(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: forest /whisper. Image from personal collection.)

Autumn’s Rush

Autumn winds fevered –
constraint not an option when
fierce Winter follows.

(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: fever/ fierce)

The Glimpse

Must have been the heat –
lazy August sun reaching
through Willow sway –
or maybe the laughter
bubbling up from brook –

had me so ensorcelled
I swear I saw the veil slip,
beheld faery beings –
a second of enchantment
then gone…

Harmonic Convergence

Be as trees, reaching
canopy of harmony,
gratitude implied.

(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: gratitude / harmony. Photo from personal collection.)

Oh, Seasons

Late August nights cool
burnt dry hues
will soon transform –
symphony of colour

There is sorrow
in Summer’s end;
Autumn’s icy breath
Winter’s warning.

River’s Draw

Idleness is not a ploy
asserted by the river,
her banks, ever vital,
project confidence –
life’s continuum

Her waters, sturdy,
fluctuating, tame
the deepest emotions

I come to the river
hoping to imbibe,
to be intoxicated
in her presence

I come to the river
to be revived.

A spot of red
and dash of yellow
bandana masked eyes
how you transport me
to simpler times –
childhood days
when you and I
wiled away hours
hidden deep
beneath summer
canopies – maple,
beech and willow –
listened for whispers
on the wind,
searched for treasure
on rocky creek bottom.

Years since our paths
have crossed like this,
have you returned
as reminder –
your sweetness
a blessing, now
that I only linger
at woods’ edge?

No matter the reason,
I am content
that we meet again,
my friend of old.

(For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day. Photo from personal collection.)

Bird of Prey

Unexpected,
this encounter –
piercing golden eyes
a coat of mottled feathers,
a new visitor to our river –
not sure who is more startled.

(Smaller than the bald eagle, this bird of prey was perched riverside. Suspect it is a red-tailed hawk. For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day.)

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