Deep autumn . . .

I love the sound of those words–deep autumn.  So sad and so beautiful all at once.  What the Japanese would call wabi-sabi— finding beauty in something you otherwise might find excruciatingly painful.  (This is a gross oversimplification, I know.  Whole treatises have been written about wabi-sabi, with disagreement on exactly how to explain the concepts.)  To me, they seem akin to melancholia–in the best sense of that word.  The kind of melancholia, for example, that Shakespeare’s lovers endure  . . . because they must, because they have no other choice, regardless of whether they are a Romeo or a Rosalind.

For me, deep autumn is like that.  A last gasp at the beauty of fall before the austerity of winter blasts into our lives.  A reminder of the impermanence of beauty, but, at the same time, a letting go of the season so the cycle can continue on . . . and, hopefully, return again in a slightly altered form.  Deep autumn. Wabi-sabi . . .

deep autumn:
no words to describe
the crow’s caw

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About Margaret Dornaus

I’m a writer and a teacher, as well as a haiku-doodler. I live in a beautiful woodland setting, surrounded by native oak forests, that inspires me to record haiku snapshots of luna moths and our resident roadrunner, and even an occasional black bear as it hightails it across the top of my road, my mongrel dog barking at its heels as I watch with wonder. My work as a travel writer has appeared in publications from The Dallas Morning News to the Robb Report. You can find examples of my travel writing–as well as excerpts from a travel memoir I’m working on–at my other WordPress site, Travelin’ On. What more than that do you need to know? Only that I started this blog with an eye toward collaboration. Got a haiku? Send it my way. . . . I’m all about new visions & voices. Best, Margaret
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11 Responses to Deep autumn . . .

  1. an intriguing concept – wabi-sabi. a couple of days ago, trying to find the right ku, i wrote several around the word autumn. i didnt use the term deep autumn tho… so you know i have to give it a try now.

    deep autumn
    a quiet laughter drifting
    with the leaves

  2. Van K. Brock says:

    After Maggie–

    When autumn crows caw.
    An old man hears many
    forgotten birdsongs

    Yellow leaves pierce him,
    turn red. Gasping marble puddles,
    wood stretches above.

  3. MLA says:

    deep autumn
    learning to live with
    the dark

  4. Dan Licardo says:

    I did this recently in deep autumn:

    Long nap, afternoon. 
    I wake. Through the dark window:
    The eye of the moon.

    (Rhymed haiku’s a boon. 
    I got the idea from
    Poet Paul Muldoon.)

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  6. deep autumn–
    the scent of lavender
    from a passerby

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