Stir of Autumn


Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Autumn Bounty” by: rob kistner © 8/26/24

 
The faint stir of autumn can be felt in the evening breeze, as summer slowly wanes. Soon September will rise, to ride with the early fallen leaves downstream into the current of October waters. Their colors whirling, bobbing, tumbling over crystal ripples, round and past the river rocks, over rip rap in the stream bed, carried vividly away into the setting autumn sun.

Days will continue to shorten, shadows will lengthen, a quiet reverent peace will settle upon the valley, as nature prepares itself for the slumber of renewal. However, not before the crackling joyous dance of the grape harvest, and a crisp crimson-gold kiss goodnight.

a breathless whisper
imperceptible murmur
prayer for the harvest

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rob kistner © 2024

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16 thoughts on “Stir of Autumn”

  1. Lovely poem, my friend. I am not ready for the transition to fall even though I know it holds it own beauty. I love Harvest Moon! A fine choice.

    1. Thank you True. Autumn suits my temperament perfectly, and nature is resplendent in its fall dressing. And perhaps the lengthening darkness aligns well with my fondness for melancholy? Always appreciate your visits my friend… 🙂

  2. I love the stir of autumn, Rob, and the way it breathed through your haibun. I love the way you describe how ‘September will rise, to ride with the early fallen leaves downstream into the current of October waters’. I saw the colours ‘whirling, bobbing, tumbling over crystal ripples’ in my mind’s eye – and breathed.

  3. Beautifully done, wonderful start and the rest of the prose just rolled into place, leading to the kiss…peaceful haibun…

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