Sunday, October 8, 2017

Dogwood Leaves in Autumn


One last glorious
Blaze against the sky. Dying,
 Wind's bright kites, they fall . . .


 

Leaving hope tight-furled
On the twig . . . mute reminder . . .
Fall's promise of Spring.



4 comments:

Anvilcloud said...

A double haiku.

jennyfreckles said...

I'm clinging on to the hope, as autumn weaves its magic.

Wayfarin' Stranger said...

And those buds on the dogwood promise a bright spring.

Barbara R. said...

Very beautiful, all four...words, photos, leaves, buds. Sky, branches, trees, those more ephemeral thoughts of fall and spring.