All Hallows’ Eve
It had been a dreary sort of day beneath low, grey skies of late Autumn; the last day of October - All Hallows’ Eve - Samhain in the old agricultural calendar. The Jackdaw coming in early against a sullen afterglow, fall silent. Leaves rustle beneath my feet, patterning my path; before a gust of wind swirls them around, dumping them in some forgotten corner of the churchyard . The clocks already gone back, the past week; the evenings drawing in. It’ll be dark soon ...
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My Calendar of Haiku - October
The twinkling of distant cottage lights appear one by one on the hillsides; yellow stars, fallen from the violet, not-quite-black sky. Looking up a single brilliant diamond white star appears. A shooting star - fizzes - a firework across the darkening sky ...
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Haibun writing - I’ve come to realise that the core of my writing is akin to the prose poem form of Haibun. Written in the nature tradition. [...] A pair of Bullfinch light up a solitary Ash tree - soft glow light bulbs of carmine red and cinnamon pink. They call softly to each other. Their rumps as white as the snow. [...]
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Suddenly! Some chance movement has been noticed by the nearest Lapwing, and away they go at once as if with the same wings, sweeping overhead, then to the right, then to the left, and then back again, a ‘flickering chequerboard’. Wee-ah-wee! The notes immediately repeated by another - Wee-ah-wee! Finally they settle again ...
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As Summer Leaves Fall ....
The thing I notice most at the beginning of Autumn is that it is still dark when I get up in the mornings to let the dogs out. With mist over the meadows and dewy morns. Rowan berries aplenty; Blackberry too. Red hips and haws colour the hedges a rusty red. And Rosebay Willowherb their tall spikes lit by the evening sunshine, followed soon by clouds of gossamer-soft seeds, floating like fairies on the balmy wind: The end of summer.
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