Saturday, September 27, 2014


                                                       AUTUMN CARNIVAL
A  chill in the air, a slowing down, the gradual browning of the earth, but first, there is a party, a celebration, a carnival, complete with red and orange lights, ochre and gold, glowing in sunshine and shimmering even through fog and mist, and, like a carnival, the spectacle is too soon over, the performers have packed up and gone, leaving behind only their skeletal remains and memories.
fermenting leaves–
from sweaters on the line
a scent of camphor
  Haibun Today, December 2009


janetld said...

I like how your prose is one very long sentence - and it works. And I like how fitting your haiku is - fermenting leaves, etc., - with the prose. A rich haibun.

Adelaide said...

Thank you, Janet. I don't usually write such long sentences, but Henry James got away with doing that all the time.


maggie said...

A lovely haibun. Like the jux. between the "skeletal" trees and the empty sweater smelling of camphor. Nice!

Adelaide said...

Thank you, Maggie. I'm glad you stopped by.


Gillena Cox said...

Luv the resonance of season change ; the autumn carnival of colours moving quickly into skeletal winter

Much love...

Adelaide said...

Thank you, Gillena.