Second Spring

Qu'est-ce que l'automne?
Un deuxième printemps, où toutes les feuilles sont comme des fleurs. - Albert Camus, Le Malentendu

Autumn, a second spring when every leaf is a flower. Earthy petrichor and ruddy foliage. While I lived in Ontario such a deal was made of the colours of the Niagara Escarpment and the tourists it attracted. It certainly made for a breathtaking sight while ziplining for the first time back in 2013. Some years in Newfoundland the wind whips the leaves from the trees before they have the opportunity to show off.

I have felt good about maintaining my little poetry/haiku run. It's a rewarding, routine exercise to maintain some semblance of creativity while I stumble through bouts of brain fog, wondering what's next. Being present is increasingly important to me, though it often eludes while my mind is anywhere but.

one sweet summer day
spice scented yarrow sways tall
heals through bitter frost

years later she walked
down that dewy, verdant path
mossy air lingered

autumn closing in
united footsteps, mirthful
drinking up the dusk

vast azure canvas
mesmeric stratus clouds dream
coral tinted hues

autumn leaves prepare
flaxen groves and blood-stone air
fate spins with due care

flooding of the mind
over twisted paths we wind
claret cord entwined