Uttered By My Father, A Haiku Poem by Denis Mair
Uttered By My Father, A Haiku
Maples are bright but
Oaks have a helluva range
In the bronzes
Maples may be bright But oaks have a helluva range In shades of bronze - - - - - - A lovely haiku..Nature changes color with seasons.Life too changes.But childhood memories have a special place in life.
My father liked to make observations about beautiful things he saw. After first frost, maples display crimson, orange or yellow leaves, but like gaudy clothes they are quickly shed. After oak leaves turn brown they remain on the tree for a long time. On some trees their color is butternut or light tan; on some a muted bronze; on others they have a deep chestnut color. My father noticed the subtle variations. I owe my aesthetic sense to him.
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5/5/2024 10:06:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Your father's aesthetic sense must be very powerful, it's reflected in your poems.