Waiting for Autumn

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