September Twangs Haiku
Early morning light
in mid-late, late September
twangs like a banjo.
Three years and two days ago, September 23, 2019, autumn light leapt the visual audio barrier shortly after sunrise. The moment, really a medley of moments, still resonates today. Cooling hues and crisper textures tickle nostalgia for fall foliage past, the sentimental tug of mornings, no, illuminations past, hollowed out, taught, ready to be plucked into song.
Lyric longing. Morning luminescence. The icehouse dormant just beyond the basswood tree so recently. Now awakening. Coming to life just as autumn twangs, summer exists, winter rehearses.
A month from now, as autumn achieve’s its most dramatic, most colorful climax, childish charm inevitably gives way to the inevitable arrival of winter. In “Autumn Vibes”, the exuberance and optimism that twangs in the haiku above still linger but are already fading, resolving into the sweep of seasonality. Seasons come. Seasons go…