Leaves and Sunshine.
Yesterday I was going for my usual lunchtime walk around the campus and saw some birds skipping about chasing each other around the pavement ahead of me. It made me smile. Until I got closer and realized they were leaves. Then I felt kind of dumb but it made me giggle. And I wrote a haiku.
Whirligig wind blows.
Dried leaves flitter and swirl like
finches playing tag.
Of course, at the time I didn't think about a whirligig being a torture device. Oh, well. It’s been really cold here in the mornings. I’m even in a huge sweater as I type this. But the sun has been shining and despite the cold winds it is lovely. We don’t really have a lot of floral expression for the changing of the seasons down here in Florida but there are a few trees in bloom and the azaleas are flaming and bursting so I know despite the frost I keep having to scrape off my windshield in the mornings that Spring is coming.
Whirligig wind blows.
Dried leaves flitter and swirl like
finches playing tag.
Of course, at the time I didn't think about a whirligig being a torture device. Oh, well. It’s been really cold here in the mornings. I’m even in a huge sweater as I type this. But the sun has been shining and despite the cold winds it is lovely. We don’t really have a lot of floral expression for the changing of the seasons down here in Florida but there are a few trees in bloom and the azaleas are flaming and bursting so I know despite the frost I keep having to scrape off my windshield in the mornings that Spring is coming.