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where barren branches touch newborn leaves

Scurrying on my way home, a little leaf catches my eye, and I am compelled yet again to slow down.

a whirlwind of thoughts
compete with swaying of trees~
lone leaf on my shoe

I am not sure exactly when my fascination for falling leaves started, there is just something so beautiful and artistic in which they drift to the ground....I recall one particular moment in my college literature class when my professor inquired into my choice of the word "wither" in my leaf metaphor for a dying old couple. 

My explanation involved telling him that for me, that particular word had a certain gracefulness to it, and that was how I saw that couple in their twilight years. But I deviate, for I merely intend to write about the interesting tree that I saw the other day. I do not know what species it is, but it bears its berry-like fruits on its branches and it has cordate leaves.

barren branches touch
newborn leaves on other side--
a paradox tree

A smile languidly forms together with my memory of seeing that same tree six days post double-faced state. It proudly donned a full crown of leaves in less than a week. With this image in mind, I can’t help but feel mystified, with the constancy and dichotomy of change….It seems like everything around me is continuously evolving, revolving. I can’t help but feel lost.

Almost in defiance to this line of thinking, I shake the leaf off my shoe, and trample on it. Instead of feeling satisfied, I feel guilt. I never did forget that Enid Blyton tale of how dried leaves were actually fairies. 

littered autumn road
I stomp on the frail fallen….
my feet crushing death

Rolling my eyes with my melodramatic thoughts, I continue my walk home. It’s crazy how leaves can make me go philoloopysical. I am tempted to actually stop in the middle of the road and simply sit there—be among the trees as the wind serenades them, with the leaves swaying gently, some choosing to pirouette, some doing the salsa dip.  

Being the practical person that I am, I just run my fingers along my wind-discoed hair. If it were possible, I would like to be a leaf. I find such nobility and grace to it. Imagine being able to capture light, transforming energy to create nourishment. Giving, breathing life. There is a delicate artistry with the changing of its colors—a complex, fascinating chemistry in each blade that I’m sure God is so proud of.

eyes gently follow
  dying trail of withered leaf;
wind sighs its mourning

I pick up one leaf to remind me...


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  1. Date: 11/28/2015 7:52:00 PM

    Ahh.........this is so YOU dear Nikko! Seeing the leaves in a way that can appreciate the smallest gifts from God, and express it in beautiful poetry ! I am so honored to share a place with you! (I hope you have enjoyed a wonderful time with your family this holiday!:)
  1. Date: 11/28/2015 3:13:00 PM

    Binibining, :) A nice and creative win. Love SKAT
  1. Date: 11/28/2015 12:55:00 PM

    Very, very creative and imaged filled gem. And I now see that this jewel also won in a contest. Bravo!A7
  1. Date: 11/27/2015 4:34:00 PM

    Congratulations on your wonderful win with this beautiful entry Nikko. So wonderful to read your poetry again. Blessings, Connie
  1. Date: 11/27/2015 10:56:00 AM

    Kudos to you on this wonderful winner. Loved it!
  1. Date: 11/27/2015 2:13:00 AM

    Mesmerized with the long beautiful trail of the leaf.. =`) I enjoyed this much.. a fave =`) ~Olive Eloisa =`)
  1. Date: 11/26/2015 9:36:00 PM

    Wonderful pen binibining.. congrats on big win!
  1. Date: 11/26/2015 3:59:00 PM

    Congratulations on your placement in the contest..
  1. Date: 11/26/2015 7:02:00 AM

    nikko, it's lovely to see you back on my winners' list, i know you don't enter contests very often...i loved this, it's personal, reflective, quirky, your thoughts aloud and alive on the page - love 'wind-discoed'! - congrats on your win in my contest!
  1. Date: 11/26/2015 6:39:00 AM

    Loved this from the first haiku you posted and it grew and grew into a fabulous poem - congrats on your win:-) hugs jan xx
  1. Date: 11/20/2015 7:45:00 PM

    oh my gosh, Nikko, your SMART side is really showing here. Such intellectual language and thought. This is so pensive and creative. you outdid yourself and I'm faving THIS one. DO miss you. I will be gone after Tuesday but will be back soon!
  1. Date: 11/20/2015 3:57:00 PM

    You have taken us on your pensive journey Nikko. It was a feeling of serenity for me as I too love autumn and appreciate the colors and the chilling air and all that goes with the season. Beautiful haibun my friend!
  1. Date: 11/20/2015 2:53:00 PM

    - A beautiful "mix" poem my friend :) - We expected snow tomorrow - I wish you a peaceful weekend, enjoy - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
  1. Date: 11/19/2015 5:48:00 PM

    Excellent poetry! Haibun seems like its strenuous for me to attempt, but, they interest me.
  1. Date: 11/19/2015 4:35:00 PM

    I do like watching a leaf floating down. Some really excellent haiku in here and I like your definition of wither.
  1. Date: 11/19/2015 4:15:00 PM

    Sighs, hmm not exactly what I originally had in mind? Sorry, I don't think I was able to capture here what I want to convey, totally different from what I wanted, arrgh-- not even sure if this even passes as haibun, actually? Commenting here since I don't have any more space in text provided. If you read through all of this, thanks for reading...
  1. Date: 11/19/2015 1:10:00 PM

    I've not even got this far with mine - love your strategy:-) good luck:-) hugs jan xx