burnt, buff, earthy,
ushering in sienna hues,
autumn's display
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leaf-whistles,
needles oscillate as
psithurism plays
wooing fall wind
passes through her,
catching her breathe
burnt, buff, earthy,
ushering in sienna hues,
changing seasons.
susurration whispering, murmuring, or rustling.
"the susurration of the river"
susurrous adj susurrous breeze
Whistling winds
through a mixed forest,
psithurism whispers
gentle winds
trees sway
psithurism's whisper
Needles oscillate,
romantic leaf-whistle sways,
quiet and rhythmic
Romantic whispers of
mixed forest,
psithurism
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he felt the gentle psithurism of her heart. "a psithurism seemed to pass through her, as when a full-foliage tree is caught by the wooing south wind."
the gentle psithurism passed through her, stirring her heart.
Broad-leaf-whistles, and needles oscillate in a psithurism wind
Her heart stirred by romantic whispers, she catches her breathe.
seasonal leaves
grounding roots, true friends- (love)
the rings inside
of a wooed heart,
she catches her breathe
Wooing fall wind
passes through her,
she catches her breathe
a gentle psithurism
passes through,
catching her breathe
tree whispers
back porch sharing
girl's retreat
leaf-whistles,
needles oscillate in
a psithurism wind
changing seasons
falling sienna hues
counting blessing
Snuggled in a blanket,
thick socks warm my toes.
A hot latte melts my insides.
A cold breeze tickles my nose.
warm colors
delightful flowers
reminiscing
Sitting in my deer stand, on a cold November morning when twenty turkeys stroll by —it's deer season. No one will believe me so I pulled out my phone to take pictures. I look up, and a turkey looks straight at me. Click!
He did not see a single deer, but this is part of nature's mystery.
Sitting in my morning blind,
twenty turkeys stroll by—
it's deer season.
No one will believe a
turkey looks straight at me
Click.
(Turkey to hunter-my son)
Not a deer did he see
Oh, what fun he had
taking pictures of me.
My son's story about his first day of deer season this year. #HaikuSaturday #haiku
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Trees whisper in the wind as the gentle river flows downstream before the coming storm—a girls' retreat and back porch sharing. We listen. Leaves whistle one last time in a psithurism wind before letting go. As sienna hues blanket the ground, we count our blessings with each falling leaf.
Even with the coming seasonal changes, we are to enjoy the present. Yet, knowing storms will come as the seasons shift. Here is where we trust the Lord to bring in the beauty of each moment as we walk through life's changes.
leaf-whistles,
needles oscillate in
a psithurism wind
Time is always moving forward to its finality. As a fixed entity, time has an unchangeable purpose and is set for a season of salvation to measure man's free will.
a fixed entity
rushing to finality
time
When dreams and opportunity collide, a star is born
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dreams collide
with opportunity
a star is born
Ideas fall like rain
thoughts soak the ground
savor slowly
Molecules and particles meet
testing each other
establishing boundaries
sandillion
Sarah and Hagar
Twelve sons from each
A Lion and a wild donkey,
battle for supremacy
in the Middle East
Warm Pie
Weeping Meringue
Well, let's eat!
misty, moisty morning
hovering fog clouds
kissing the dew
not a thing or object,
but momentary memories
that echoes the past or echoing the past.
the gentle psithurism
of a wooed heart,
she catches her breathe
Psithurism- the sound of wind in the trees.
Whistling winds
through a mixed forest,
psithurism whispers
Trees sway, needles
oscillate to a
psithurism's whisper
Needles oscillate
romantic leaf-whistle sways,
a quiet rhythmic psithurism.
rhythmic sway of a leaf-whistle
Romantic whispers of
mixed forest,
psithurism
the night sky frolics
under silvery moonbeams
in stillness, dreams come
night recedes behind the stars-
no thought to pending troubles
tomorrow sleeps
Whistling winds
through a mixed forest,
psithurism whispers
gentle winds
trees sway
psithurism's whisper
Needles oscillate,
romantic leaf-whistle sways,
a quiet rhythmic psithurism.
Romantic whispers of
mixed forest,
psithurism
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