I can hear dry leaves rustling outside, but overall it has been a rather quiet season. Astrologers convince people to suffer silently, as Mars and Jupiter are in retrograde motion. There’s hope at the end of the tunnel as they say, but spring is still a season away.
News channels are abuzz with political conflict and ghastly murder scenes. Will the souls find peace in freezing zones?
The only voice which autumn has is to dig a path – recognizable after the frost shifts. It fuels resolve to act and start afresh.
colorful lull hides
a belligerent winter
and pulsating spring
Reena Saxena 
You do have a way with words. Always interesting and thought-provoking.
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Thank you so much!
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I hope that in many ways the world can start afresh.
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All it needs is an awakening.
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The coming season seems wasted, waiting for spring.
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Only if winter is treated as hibernation…
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I love the way you have mixed the sounds of nature with the sounds of our chaotic world today. More and more, I focus on nature and its cycle of life, death, and rebirth. To me, it makes more sense than the unrest. Nicely done!
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Thank you, Linda!
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You’re welcome.
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This haibun pulsates with emotion and description, Reena
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Thank you, VJ!
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Such a meaningful word, lull, perfect as your title, Reena, and the colourful lull in the haiku is genius. I love the juxtaposition of the rustling leaves in the first paragraph and the new channels ‘abuzz with with political conflict and ghastly murder scenes;, so evocative of sound.
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Thank you so much, Kim!
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You’re very welcome.
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