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.
Dreams I can’t remember–
I wonder–were they nice?
When I wake I understand
They enhance like spice.
Who was busy through the night?
I can not recall.
Who then turned the morning on?
Who put color in the dawn?
That one did it all.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille Monday. Mish hosts today with the prompt word “spice”.
Photo: “Water Garden” by the author taken at the Chicago Botanic Garden.