Fall creeping slowly
From my window in distance
Few pale yellow leaves
Autumn blaze absence
Off-kilter moral compass
In step with the times
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It is a “slow” autumn here as well. I was driving this morning and noting the few trees that have started. This time last year was a whole ‘nother story!
Lovely haiku, of course…
Good to know your leaves are finally changing color. I saw a tree with one branch whose leaves were red while walking to the grocery store this morning.
Yes. Some are vivid, some are just one branch, others just the top… 🙂
Wow.
Good job. And a fine ending line.
Thanks, Janet, especially for getting the last line.
Perhaps Mother Nature is hinting that she does not change to a human calendar. She changes when she wants to.
Love both your haiku 🙂
Thanks, Eric. I’ll defer to Mother Nature’s wisdom.
Beautiful!
Thanks, Lynn.
I miss the changing colors, each year seems different the older I get, but it still moves at its own pace I suppose. Perhaps I grow impatient for the vibrance of Autumn 🙂
So do I. And I love the crisp days after the heat of summer. 🙂