Mom and I took a nice walk around our pond, and up our dirt road a little. I so love this time of year up there.
The smells are so fantastic, the air is just so crisp and fresh and I found it very inspiring, majestic even.
So much so, that I am going to share two haiku and one tanka poem with you - as well as two pics I've taken previously. Enjoy ...
Rusty trees reflect
on the black inky water
under chilly sky.
(this photo was taken a few weeks ago, before the colors of the trees exploded)
Country air just smells
different - more pure, holy -
than the city air.
Breathing in its cool freshness,
I am reborn every week.
A sun-dappled path
leads off into the unknown,
leaves crunch underfoot.
(this was taken last fall, I love how ethereal the light is shining through the trees)
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