I had a spurt of creativity in the park today as I waited for the kids to be paroled from school. Fall was all around me, waiting to be observed and noted. I had my handy-dandy notebook with me, and I wrote three ku. Two were nature-ridden and one was an observation about man-made items.
I'd like to share them with you. I really would. Except I lost the piece of paper. In the rush to gather up various backpacks, lunch boxes, trumpets and the like, the poems must have taken flight. I even went back to the park later to see if I could find my soul-dripped piece of paper.
It was not to be. Could I try to recreate them? Probably. But my mind is no longer where it was oh so many hours ago. In fact, my mood has darkened. I'm in no mood for the beautification of fall, of autumn. [Damn good thing I'm going to wait until tomorrow to read others' One Single Impression offerings.]
I'm saddened by the end of summer. I'm saddened by my own aging. So.
Binding ties loosen,
joining connections broken.
My life in autumn.