Summer changes into Autumn – haibun for dVerse

We float here in these golden days between the seasons, like gossamer drifting across the garden. Summer is fading and drifting gently into autumn. Flowers blanch and burn; seed heads form, altering the architecture of the borders between lane and field; leaves change their pigment- from greens that have dulled over August, to golds and oranges and pinks, a mellow patchwork stitched from flame and fire. Some mornings, we wake to find mist floating milk white, between us and the other side of the valley – as if we are alone, cut off from the clashing noises and colours of the world. There are berries everywhere – bright crimsons and purples singing from the hedges, calling us and the birds. There are apples – acid green, russet, shockingly yellow, dull red – to be held and examined. We store up treasures before the winter – sloes turning gin into liquid ruby; jams and jellies, jewels piled into jars; golden heaps of apples. We wait for the world to turn beneath us, carrying us into winter.
Sunlight diffracted
By mist, drifts through autumn leaves
Gold echoing gold.

Toni has opened up the bar at dVerse and has asked us to write about change. At the moment it feels like we are in the borderland between summer and autumn – so much change happening all around me. I love this time of year. 

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15 thoughts on “Summer changes into Autumn – haibun for dVerse

  1. Some mornings, we wake to find mist floating milk white, between us and the other side of the valley – as if we are alone, cut off from the clashing noises and colours of the world.

    Sigh.. beautiful lines!!

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  2. I love this time of year as well. You have written about it beautifully. I especially like this sentiment: like gossamer drifting across the garden This is truly one of the loveliest haibun I have ever read.

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  3. Ah! You have such lovely descriptions here — such beautiful similes and metaphors!
    a mellow patchwork stitched from flame and fire
    crimsons and purples singing from the hedges
    sloes turning gin into liquid ruby
    Tranquil and slow change. Gorgeous!

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  4. For me there is something so beautiful, even mystical about fog–that whole feeling of mystery in which we are shrouded. I love this visual: we wake to find mist floating milk white, between us and the other side of the valley – as if we are alone, cut off from the clashing noises and colours of the world.

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  5. You’ve painted us a glorious picture of Autumn in sights, sounds and tastes. I am currently on a canning binge, so I enjoyed your colourful “jewels” and “treasures” ready to store for winter.

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  6. A beautiful autumn haibun with a resounding last line in the haiku, Sarah. I love that ‘mellow patchwork stitched from flame and fire’ and the milky morning mist – it’s just started here too, even though we don’t have the undulations of the valley! Ours roll in from the sea.

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  7. Oh this is such a beautiful description of the season. “jewels piled into jars” and “gold echoing gold” are my favorite lines. Many many years ago we lived on a farm property of 15 acres. These days were filled with apple picking, freezing apples for future pies and canning applesauce. Water bath canning of jams and jellies — or learning to put the wax paraffin on the top of the jam to seal in its deliciousness. Mason and Ball jars. I’ve not thought of those days in a while — thank you for the memories! 🙂

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