Buzz saw
serrates the silence
under leaden skies.
Whether here or there,
autumn descends.
Author Notes
None of my other writings are ready for posting this weekend so here’s another spontaneous non-haiku.
Growing up in the countryside, I associate autumn with the sound of sawing in the nearby woods and barking as local hunters gather for their annual swipe of the hills and fields. Once a dog caught a hare right in my parents’ backyard. They procrastinated from putting up a fence for several years because there was nothing around but fields.
I don’t live in the country anymore but this suburb is quiet and rural enough, with a forested hill and river not too far from my house. Autumn is familiar here, with the same sound of sawing, the soothing gloomy weather, occasional rain, arriving just in time for All Hallows’ Eve.
Every year, it tells me to shake off the hazy summer fatigue, take a deep breath, and jump back into writing. I’ve missed it. Haven’t you?
Really nice, Vanessa. Works so well with the image, too.
Is "Non-Haiku" an actual term? ;) Either way, I like it.
Thanks Vanessa! And shake off the fatigue and jump back into it….that is motivating me this week as we come into winter in the Northeast, US.