The first frost tells us that the trend will change. More will come until more doesn’t come anymore. It is corrective whether one learns a lesson from it or not, perhaps how to better stay warm. We do not circle back into last year’s frost. We spiral into this fresh, new one.
WARM THEN COOLER AIR
RIVERS NEED NOT OVERFLOW
TREES DROP DULL, DRY LEAVES
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Victoria C. Slotto is hosting with the theme of first frost’s voice.
Photo: “Autumn Purple Yellow Flowers” by the author. I took this at the Chicago Botanic Garden.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
We do not circle back into last year’s frost. We spiral into this fresh, new one….you hit the nail on the head with this one Frank. I do so like your thought on the first frost. Superb.
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Thank you, Toni! I like spirals over circles.
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Reminding me of the philosopher who spoke of constant change. We live cyclically, but in every-newness.
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The cyclic patterns are ever new. That would be another way to describe it. Thank you, Victoria!
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The same, but different. Exactly. (K)
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Yes, that description seems just as good. Thank you!
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‘We do not circle back into last year’s frost. We spiral into this fresh, new one.’ Beautifully expressed, Frank.
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Thank you! I am glad you liked that conclusion.
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Every holiday meal, the same but different, chilling in the now, not the then, or the maybe later; nice haiku too.
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Thank you, Glenn! I look back on holiday meals from the past and some of them seem very different.
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Wonderful non-linear writing, Frank. (While I’m not writing tonight, it’s interesting to read on the theme as we are coming out of the long, dread heat and into our most beautiful time of year here. It’s like the reverse seasons of the Southern hemisphere. Perspective.)
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Spring and Autumn are the best seasons, perhaps Autumn more so. Thank you, Jilly!
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Love the sense of things not being a circle… I always think of life as being a helix in more ways than the DNA
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That helix would be a good example. Thanks, Björn!
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I like the idea of forward motion in spiraling into a new frost.
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There is a sense of progress being made even during the winters. Thank you, Vivian!
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Loved your jagged juggernaut of pragmatism trampling dead leaves. Time gives us lessons, sought or not.
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The lessons are the only things that won’t stop. Thank you, Sabio!
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I like not spiraling back to last year’s frost … could be an interesting metaphor for life, could it not? Great haiku!
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Thank you, Bev! We won’t go back to that old one, but the new which I haven’t experienced yet this year.
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Yes, leaves are dull after the frost.
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The trees survive and then the leaves return. Thank you, Annell!
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Living in Canada where that first frost and snowfall spells doom, I’m grateful for when the cycle is through and the last frost means spring is near. Well written 🙂
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Spring isn’t far away, about six months. I am glad you liked it, Amanda! Thank you!
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I love the idea of moving forward, not repeating the same mistakes, but seeing new opportunities, even though it appears repetitive.
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That is what I think we do in general although sometimes it doesn’t seem so. Thank you, Mary!
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Heraclitus, call your office…:) Autumn is my favorite season. Foliage, cool temperatures, Oktoberfest!
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Autumn is a nice time of year. Thank you, Frank!
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Come on, Frank! Life is not the changing of occurrences, and by that the lessons learned, but the joy in it.
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There is joy in it. It is good that things change. Thank you, Vaccinius!
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I love frost, crunchy and sharp. We don’t get much here and I enjoyed your thoughts on frost and its significance to the cycle of seasons.
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It is a rather abrupt change from one day to the next, much like the first warm snow of the season–all of a sudden there is snow there, thick like frosting on the trees. It is quite beautiful. Thanks, Robbie!
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I nearly laughed out loud when I read: “More will come until more doesn’t come anymore”. You cheered me endlessly with that.
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That was meant to be funny. I’m glad you liked it. Thank you!
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Brave the Cold
Brave the Heat
Brave the Rain
Brave the Snow
Frost the Icing on the
Cake Struggle One Environment
ALLoVENoW..:)
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Be brave! Thank you, Fred!
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Welcome
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My FriEnd..:)
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