I sat in the grove of this October beech cathedral, my heart bursting with autumnal spirit-song. Sometimes nature just does that too me. Around me stood those giants, old, gentle and wise. They had seen it all and yet even they were in awe of the river. Millions of tiny droplets leaping from stone to stone in a game of flow, fueled by a recent deluge.
Clean crisp air, with a whisper of Winter notes, brought to my senses the smell of earth. The smell of the river, whose journey reflects the nature of things. Every moment I stare into it’s movement is new and fresh. The only constant is change. What appears to be there is not. I am still. The beech too. The river is flowing.
journey unfolds us
destination springs from this~
winter will follow
It looks like the deluge is expected since after it comes winter. Change is constant. For the moment I am still here as well.
Just lovely fall into the haiku – the last few sentences read like they’ve been washed away in the flood. Thanks for Jackson B as well – still hum this one on rainy days – ah dreamers 🙂 .
I love the journey giving rise to the destination. And the link of Spring and Winter.
Sitting down in a beech cathedral sounds wonderful. A wonderful moment to reflect
Zen.
I enjoyed the beech cathedral dripping with rain and the Jackson Brown track very much, Paul. But I had to chuckle at the title, which reminded me of ‘Only Fools and Horses’ – ‘ apres moi la deluge’!
I enjoyed reading your write!
I love the sentence about the trees being in awe of the river!
You described the constant of change eloquently.
Water flows in constant renewal, drop-kicking its cycle from puddle to clouds to rain. I do enjoyed your sharing of the Zen natural man poet.
I especially loved this line “Millions of tiny droplets leaping from stone to stone in a game of flow, fueled by a recent deluge.” I was just thinking yesterday that I need more Jackson Browne in my life, too.
truly, the only constant is change and water her greatest ambassador. Nice piece
The constancy of change and the stillness rooted at the centre. So reflective. Beautifully written piece.
Thank You.
I still have to find the October Beech Cathedral, it is on my half -term list. I think we are expecting another deluge- Brian this time.
Brian? Hardcastle Crags just outside Hebden Bridge is a fabulous Beech Woodland and will be stunning right about now.
Aha…might just have to take a walk down memory lane then….Hebden Bridge and Heptonstall take me back to Brass Band days, Not the Brian with the Sandal.