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Wednesday, 16 March 2011
SIX HAIKU FOR AUTUMN
“Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.” - Samuel Butler
Autumn sunshine ushers in the beautiful warm days and cool nights of a Melbourne autumn. We have been warned that this year may be another one where we may have lots of rain and a cold winter. I always have my doubts regarding these long-term weather predictions, considering the weather report is so often wrong for the day, but it was explained to me once in terms of planet-wide atmospheric modelling and input from historical statistical data, which at the time made sense. However, I am inclined to believe more in crystal ball gazing, especially these days where climate variation is becoming more marked and ever more uncharacteristic and unpredictable…
One of the wonderful things about the public holiday last Monday was our walk in the Darebin Parklands. The day was glorious, warm and sunny, not too hot, not too cool, not windy and the vegetation was lush and verdant, hints of autumn colour here and there, but still looking its best as late summer would have it; the added bonus being that the frequent rains had kept everything green.
I remember the day and luxuriate in it and I am mindful of the rich offerings of nature that we are privileged enough to enjoy here and now. Furthermore, we are fortunate enough to live in a peaceful country, I have a job, a home, a family, friends, prosperity enough to be lacking none of our needs, no threat of calamity in the near future. How grateful this makes me feel, especially in the context of the recent disasters and atrocities that are occurring worldwide! How lucky we are and how thankful we must feel…
For Poetry Wednesday, a seasonal offering six haiku specially composed for the mellowness of approaching Autumn.
Haiku for Autumn
A thrill in the bough:
A hidden bird? No, surprise
At first yellow leaf…
Warm sun; fair, mild, day;
Benign, calm nature. Yet the
Dusk brings bad temper.
Flowers finish blooming,
Leaves turn to red; grass to hay –
Fruit turns to honey.
The first chill needs wool;
Long night needs heavy blanket;
Sandals exiled now.
Contentment of Fall:
Rich harvest, vintage, nutting –
But grasshopper dies…
Cold sheets, lengthening night
Beg your warm embrace. Alas!
You left; like summer.
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