| The colors of fall are very bright and attractive, but I like the sounds also. I stand outside in the morning, watching the sunrise, and I hear the leaves rustling , SHEESH, SHEESH, SHEESH, as a gentle breeze blows threw the trees, and the sond of the falling leaves gently striking the ground, “THIP, THIP, THIP”. Further away is the sound of a few birds chirping as they wake and off in the distance, a small dog barks.
falling leaves –
floating in a puddle
reflecting my face
My second attempt at haibun. The first, I posted several days ago on my poetry blog.