all fall down

Every fall, our family visits Oak Grove, a nearby park on the Sioux River. It covers five hundred plus acres of combined state and county conservation land with hiking trails, picnic areas, cabins and campsites. We park on top of the ridge and find a trail through the scrub oak trees to slowly make our way down to the river bottom.

The river flooded this past summer, changing the landscape. Sand and debris washed into the woodland, excavator tracks show where dirt has been redistributed and re-leveled. Ancient outcroppings of rose-tinted Sioux quartzite remain solidly undisturbed along the upper trail.

Reaching up, young cottonwoods glow golden in late afternoon. Scarlet sumac stunningly line the prairie grassland. The predominant oaks simply turn brown and drop large lobed leaves on the trail below their gnarly trunks. A few spruce and juniper stand green and ever verdant.

leaves blanket steep trail
hiker’s step crunches, slides on
dry patterns fallen

yes, deer

Chevré at Carpe Diem invites us to dig into archives. Haiku submitted to Lyrical Iowa a couple years ago; not published so posting now, along with photo taken last Sept. in Colorado Springs (added 2 lines to make it a tanka).


 

liquid eyes, white tail

grace notes on musical scale

doe does as does do

 

fans fawning at her beauty

evidence the buck stopped here

 

 

 

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photo by lynn

 

 

autumn bounty

 

harvest harmonized

pheasant struts from ripe cornfield

deer leaps pumpkin patch

culmination of seasons

color life deep rich orange

 

 

photo by lynn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


My tanka response to Ramblings of a Writer’s prompt: seasons, harmonized.

 

oh, deer!

 

ibex, ebex, imax, apex

it seems they’re all the sames

you cantaloupe with antelope

if you don’t know their names!

 

Image

(photo from myconfinedspace.com)