the mind is silent
sun slants into afternoon
the air, almost warm
bare branches tracing
against a cloudless, pale sky
sun sets them glowing
tended by poet Frances Donovan
tended by poet Frances Donovan
the mind is silent
sun slants into afternoon
the air, almost warm
bare branches tracing
against a cloudless, pale sky
sun sets them glowing
Garden of Words 
“the air, almost warm” I like that optimism. I see fall as a downfall and loss of warmth, it’s dreadful for me. Good Haikus.
Thanks for your feedback. It’s a dreadful time for me, too. But when I stop and actually pay attention to what’s happening in the moment — like today’s 67-degree-Fahrenheit-weather — I sometimes discover that it’s different than the story playing in my head.
love the calmness…the silent mind…coming to rest like nature…you capture november’s beauty so well…
Thank you, Claudia. I generally think of November as a horrible month, so it was nice to be able to pay attention to one day that defied my expectations.
Beautifully written 🙂
Thank you!
reminds me of my fav times… taking walks and feeling the breeze… just me and this world… calming write I love it!
Thanks, Anthony.
really lovely visuals…it def exudes peace to me…i like your use of light….
Thanks, Brian