It’s one of my favourite times of the year. Autumn is here, and the evidence for it is gathering momentum. Leaf fall. ‘Scrunching’ underfoot. That awesome smell.
Green gives way to golden-browns and deep reds. Were those wonderful colours really there all the time, but just hidden? Invisible? Shy? And soon, bare ‘boned’ trees will be etched against the skyline, and will ‘sleep’ until spring.
My Christian, pagan, Druid friends, Wicca friends, latter-day Celtic friends, eco-aware friends, and others, indeed all those ‘in tune’ with the cycles of nature, appreciate the changing seasons, and mark the time. It’s time for praise, for singing and dancing; yes, it’s time for poetry to celebrate the seasons’ edge. So, a poem: Celebrating The Revealéd Colours Of Autumn.
Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry, consisting of 17 syllables, in three metrical phrases. That is, there are five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second line, and back to five syllables in the third or last line. This form of poetry typically contains a ‘kigo’, which is a seasonal descriptive reference.
Autumnal trees ‘shed’.
And, Green becomes myriad.
Colour blesses all.