Oh, heavenly night
Silver star-spun light
Shimmers across the sea.
The moon lingers low
My heart is aglow
Oh, heavenly night.
The air crisp and cold
Chills of autumn nights unfold
Shimmers across the sea.
Shooting stars above
Fill my heart with love
Oh, heavenly night.
As my worries and fears take flight
Cascades of phosphorescent light
Shimmer across the sea.
Free my spirit soars
Harvest moon adored.
Oh, heavenly night
Shimmers across the sea.
©Alison Jean Hankinson.
It was a beautiful start to October, a little bit of chill in the early morning air and some dew on the grass. In the garden across the road there is an array of spider webs, which glisten in the dew. I haven’t dared to photograph them as I don’t want to disturb the neighbours and having me trample through their garden with my trusty camera might indeed be disturbing.
We spent some time at Heversham visiting family and came back through Dallam Park, it is beautiful at this time of year, with the trees turning and that warm soft afternoon sun. The Deer were quite low down and there were pheasants in abundance. I know that some people find them frustrating as they can damage garden beds, but I love to see them in all their splendour foraging in the shrubbery and grass for spiders and seeds.
Fall’s frail web of lace
Reminiscent of first frost
Pheasants chase spiders.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
Haibun for d’Verse.
The spider web image was available to use in the public domain from pixabay, the other photographs were taken yesterday driving through Dallam Park.
Raucous russet leaves
Brambles burgeoning with berries
Onset of October.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
Sunrise earlier this week and trees and berries today, perhaps a little hopeful on “burgeoning” These are my small things. They make my world spin. I am linking this to real toads midweek challenge.
Hibernating hedgehogs
Slumbering squirrels
Luscious leaves crunch beneath my feet
As autumn prevails
Ochre turns to burgundy
Mist upon the hills
Children wrapped up snuggly
To keep them safe from seasonal chills.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for d’Verse meeting at the bar… is the season where many creatures are going to sleep for the winter- the trees were amazing today-but I only had my cellphone to get photos with…. I wanted to feel justified in my choice of burgundy….
Robin singing in the hawthorn tree
A timely reminder for me.
That this day is full of hope.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
It was a difficult week this week, and for a while there I was at a bit of a low ebb. Funny what can and does knock us of our course and it is hope that pulls me through.
A few years ago when we were having some colossal woes at a school I was working in, a senior leader proposed that hope was what would steer us forward. Someone questioned this was a valid foundation for any future to be built on and I felt like saying loudly with all my head and heart that sometimes hope is all we have.
The Hope and Anchor is the pub in the village where Dad lives, and it was where we had our wedding reception, and I think that hope was one of the things that my parents taught me to value. Faith Hope and Love.
The images were taken today in Port Carlisle, where Dad lives.
For me, I find that I like to capture a moment. It is like taking a photograph, I want to make it three-dimensional and breathe life into it. It can be any moment, it can be a moment that exists has existed or a created imaginary moment. The moment can be characterised by a sound, an image, a feeling, and the poem grows from that moment.
I also like to play with words, I see it is a challenge. I guess it is like playing music, I enjoy it immensely, making the images and playing with the words and sounds. Tonight the sunset was bright orange. It was truly amazing, this was the moment- it was burnished orange. It became a Haiku because tonight was haibun Monday. I didn’t think I would get home in time to get a photo, but I just caught the last traces of it.
Bright orange sunset
Burnished embers summer sun
Harvest moon leaves fall.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for d’Verse Haibun Monday.
Shipwreck in the sand
Rare beauty beyond the blue
See Autumn falter.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
It was a beautiful Saturday up on the Solway Firth with my dad, there was a slight hint of “autumn” in the early morning and early evening, but a lovely sense of sun and summer still in the air. I drove up to spend the day with dad and we played around with telescopes and binoculars on the estuary, watching herons and swans and other local bird life.
Driving home, still keen to squeeze the last moments out of a beautiful late summer day I came off the motorway a couple of junctions early at Crooklands so I could drive down the A6 to see if the deer were close to the river at Dallam Park. A perfect time of day to see the sun shining through the branches along the riverbank. I wasn’t able to stop to take pictures so have had to use one I took up in Scotland on August Bank Holiday weekend. It felt like the last of the summer sun and by the time I had got home there was a chill in the air.
Twilight sun shimmer
Deer grazing by the river
Sense of Autumn chill.
©Alison Jean Hankinson.
Today the prompt for dVerse Haibun Monday is komorebi which means sun that shines through the branches.
The feature image was taken at Threave just over a week ago, the other picture is of Dallam park, the deer shed is very near the river and the deer often congregate here. The image was labelled for reuse under creative commons- © Copyright Karl and Ali and licensed for reuse under this Creative Commons Licence.
Tranquil morning,
Slivers of sun ripple over a glass smooth sea
Dew sodden grass with the first fall of autumn leaves.
Robin redbreast sings his September song
Lyrical and subdued sheltered in the boughs of the old plum tree
Last rose of summer sheds her petals.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
My offering for open link night at d’Verse.
Spent a lovely late summer afternoon up on the Solway Firth with my Dad. The Robin sang most of the afternoon in the garden and it really took a lot of patience to track him down and get a reasonable photo. Both images taken this afternoon in Dad’s back garden.
Bright blue wellington boots
Splashing through the stream
Autumn leaves surrender
Children’s faces gleam.
Splishing through the water
Matching coats and hats
Sunday forest fun-day,
Walking wet and muddy tracks.
Collecting up prickly conkers
Sycamore whizzers and pine cones
Autumn’s children’s playground
Before winter chills their bones.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for d’Verse where we were asked to think about shoes. Mine became wellington boots.
Image labelled for reuse-
Every autumn in the UK the fruit of the horse chestnut is gathered by children in order to play the age old game of “conkers”. (U.S. Air Force photo/Judith Wakelam)
Hues of Hankinson 