Moments

Moments(Haibun)

 

Without any hint of mercy,

With these cold december winds now upon us.

Underfoot, the crunch of summer’s dry leaves.

A scent of nature, still breaking down…tickles the senses.

These are subtle reminders of the season.

Trees towering above these winding pathways,  are now bare.

Their limbs…naked…stripped, waving…pleading..imploring

as if to the heavens above.

The squirrels playfully dart from tree to tree, across the paths,

stopping only long enough to chatter, playfully tease…entice..call.

 

as if time could freeze

wandering this paradise

(a)gentle surrender

 

 

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