Monday, November 21, 2022

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She posted pictures of herself, the children grown, and the grandchildren. Smiles, hugs, fights, puppies and school activities. We all welcomed these pleasantries and looked forward for more.

But that year when she posted the reddening leaves of her maple. I felt a little jealous. You see, the old mango tree across the street from my house, was never going to perform such a feat of glory; still  its green leaves cling. And in my backyard the yellow leaves fallen after the rains of the night before, from the plumeria was of no consequence to an autumnal seasonal change.

clear morning sky -

a dampness on the paved walk

smell of petrichor

© gillena cox 2022



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18 comments:

  1. This is so well done Gillena. And I understand that jealousy- I feel it at times too because we get very little changing of the leaves. Thanks for sharing with us!

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Linda
      Much💛love

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  2. "petrichor" ~ this is a new word for me, Gillena!

    And this entire piece is so well written!

    ~David [ben Alexander]

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation David
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  3. A perfect haiku close for this outstanding haibun, G! I'm green with envy.

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  4. ☺Thank you for your appreciation Ron
    Much💛love

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  5. A very nice Haibun, Gillena. I love the comparison of the two trees.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Dwight

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  6. I love your haibun, Gillena, especially the envy of the maple leaves – I can understand that, having no maples here, and the copper beech has already shed its leaves. I felt and smelled the dampness of the paved walk in your haiku.

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  7. Your poem contrasts two very different lifestyles and climates in just two trees. I think it's a good perspective to take. All the rest, the indoor comforts (or lack of) depend on us, not nature.

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  8. Thank you for your appreciation Jane

    Much💛love

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  9. So different, i don't think I could live without our seasonal variations.

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  10. Thanks for dropping by Björn

    Much💛love

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  11. I admit that, much as I love living in the sub-tropics, I do sometimes miss the glorious autumn colours of the Temperate Zone.

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  12. Thanks for dropping by Rosemary

    Much💛love

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