From my couch observation deck, the slider windows frame a snapshot of the season. Across the field and off to the southwest is a tree that is ahead of its companions in spring and autumn. It is the first tree to show green in spring when green is so desperately craved by grey-weary eyes and spirit. It is also the red-pink announcer of the autumn-is-here show.
In the twelve plus years of living here, so many changes have taken place. Relationship status, employment status, a world-dominating virus, and the passing of a parent. Also, a writing path began, an earnest study of the dream realm, and the blossoming of collage work. Friends have gone and new ones have arrived.
Unfolding seasons
where a tree remains constant
in comforting way.
Frank is today’s host of dVerse’ Haibun Monday. Frank says:
Write a haibun that alludes to either Fall foliage or Spring blossoms.
Tao Talk 
Sometimes the best friends don’t talk.🌳
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I felt like I was there with you, Lisa, it’s so well described! I like the phrase ‘the red-pink announcer of the autumn-is-here show’.
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Kim if you ever visit the US and are in this neck of woods, I invite you to visit.
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Thank you so much for the invite, Lisa, but I don’t think I’ll get on a plane again. I wish I could teleport – beam me up, Scottie!
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You’re welcome, Kim. I keep waiting for a time machine and have a Time Machine Bucket List waiting :)
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I love the way you portray that tree that is always different, and put it together with yourself… sounds like the tree is a soulmate of yours.
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Bjorn, it sure feels like the tree is. Thank you for your insights/feedback.
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Nice turn from the seasons to the cycle of life, and the constant tree.
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Thank you, Jane.
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Life changes like the seasons and it is nice to have one constant friend. Even if as Melissa has said, they don’t talk. :)
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:) Thanks, Di. A friend who can listen is the rarest of gems.
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So much said in your haibun Lisa. I love how you emphasized the solidity of the tree.
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Thank you very much, Carol.
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Amid all the changes around us, some of which I naively never thought I would witness, it’s good to some things stay the same.
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Very well-said, Christian. They are welcomed anchors for me.
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Nice one Lisa
Much💛love
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Gillena, thank you. I loved your ekphrastic on a van Gogh painting. I can almost see him, staring out of that window at this scene <3
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A great haibun. I love the constancy of nature. You said it very well. That looks like a red maple!
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Dwight, thank you. You know, one of these days, I might just walk across that field and introduce myself.
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Great idea!
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How’s the workshop going?
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An advanced tree is a wonderful thing to have in your yard. Lovely Haibun
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Sadje, thank you very much. I am not sure that tree is in my yard, but it is definitely in my line of vision when I sit on the couch.
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If you can see it, it’s yours. 🥰
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<3
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🌻
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Great view…we have a similiar one in our back yard. The seasons are a constant we can count on.
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Nature is our salvation once again. Glad you have a tree like that in your back yard :)
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All we see is woods…like you do.
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It’s like being held in a warm hug.
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I remember one street I lived on had a tree like that, a locust. It was a great comfort in it’s predictability. (K)
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<3
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I love the reference of the tree remaining constant. Red Maples are one of my favorites.
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Thanks much, “Someone.”
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beautiful post Lisa! Gorgeous haiku! xo
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Thank you, Carol Anne :)
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This is beautiful. It is amazing how much life can change in 12 years.
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Yes it is, Robbie. Thank you.
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Felt every word ….
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Glad you connected with it, Brazanne.
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I love the personal connect of unfolding, and wow what a twelve years you’ve had, I wonder how that feels?
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Add in that at the beginning of the 12 years I moved from a place I’d lived for 25 years, so another change and from a busy urban environment with lots of light 24/7 to a quiet rural environment of darkness at night.
As Robert Schuler used to say, “inch by inch, anything’s a cinch.” Best always not to take in the totality of a situation, but manage the small activities of daily living — and distract yourself if needed to shake out of unwholesome ruminations. Right now, it feels really good, and I will not be cultivating any earth-shaking changes for awhile. Thanks, Paul <3
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I love this, Lisa. This particular tree has become an anchor of sorts in such a lovely way.
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Dale, exactly <3
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💖
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I like how you used the fall foliage to talk about consistency and change.
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Maria, thank you. I’m trying to get back to Writober but time doesn’t seem to be cooperating.
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A deep contemplation on the seasonal rhythm of life. Wonderful!
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Frank, thank you. I admit the sample haibun you included inspired the style.
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