The branches of apple trees are weighted with apples. Plums and quinces litter the ground and brambles are adorned with blackberries, all at different stages of ripeness: emerald, ruby and obsidian. There’s a squirrel foraging in the shade of the willow tree; it hops a short way, its tail an unfurled flag, and then stops to inspect a nut or berry in its paws. Morning is pregnant with mists and chills, tingling the air with their invisible presence. Everything is in a state of anticipation, waiting for autumn to set fire to the leaves.
garden frondescence
anticipates season’s turn
spark of autumn’s flame
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille August 31 2016 colorful leaves
Wonderful post!
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Thank you!
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So beautiful! I could taste your autumn!
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Mine is here: https://risawritesanovel.wordpress.com/2016/08/31/changing-seasons/ 🙂
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Bravo Kim … a simply splendid post!
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Thanks Georgia!
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Very welcome Kim 🙂
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