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
6 comments:
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.
Thank you, Janet. I don't usually write such long sentences, but Henry James got away with doing that all the time.
Adelaide
A lovely haibun. Like the jux. between the "skeletal" trees and the empty sweater smelling of camphor. Nice!
Thank you, Maggie. I'm glad you stopped by.
Adelaide
Luv the resonance of season change ; the autumn carnival of colours moving quickly into skeletal winter
Much love...
Thank you, Gillena.
Adelaide
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