This haiku was written as a submission for Week 4 of Alegria de Rose’s Writing Winter’s Breath. If you’re on Substack and would like to join in, find the invitation here: https://alegriaderose.substack.com/p/week-4-invitation-writing-winters
haiku WinterWalk / © Susan L Hart 2026
I am summer born,
snow feels alien to me –
For trees maybe too?
I watch how bravely
they surrender to autumn,
bittersweet adieu.
November’s exposed,
bare branches sway in bitter
winds boding winter.
But gently it starts,
it sneaks up, surprises with
snowflakes so softly
painting such magic,
no more can I mourn leaves, or
the way I saw trees.
Arrival © Susan L Hart 2026
Wishing you a beautiful Monday, and answers on your journey.
© Susan L Hart
Friends send word
that it’s a stellar
autumn back home,
punctuated with pics
of unimaginable
flushes of perfect
color, ringing against
deep blue skies,
nudging my heart
to impossible
yearnings…
For long luxurious
walks scented
by Nature’s turning,
the poignant musk of
her full fruition,
apricot and crimson
ablaze with sunlight,
her dazzling glow
embracing me,
bending my mood
and contemplation.
Whoever could feel
tired or defeated
on such days?
I felt naught
but goodness and
rightness on these
halcyon treks,
Nature teaching me
the natural way
of everything –
It is not death,
but a tender
“see you later”,
only to rise up
again, transformed
in sweet green,
bidding me “hello”,
begging me to
walk and talk
of possibilities,
plans, the rebirth
of everything,
including me.
But just for awhile,
how my heart longs
to stroll once again
‘neath that crimson.
Crimson Reverie is an excerpt from Soul Journey: The Poetry of Life
Posting Crimson Reverie has become an autumn tradition for me. It’s a nod to home and its beauty, my love of nature and its rhythms, family and friends who I miss deeply, so much that I hold dear in my heart. It’s life.
© Susan L Hart / HartInspirations.com / HarteBooks.com / Free ebooks
Right, wrong,
north, south,
black, white,
which way do I go?
I have walked the flat
gray plane of existence
that this 3rd dimension
too often can be,
futilely exploring
the monotones of
an oft desolate place,
where each small
blade of grass shivers
sadly in the landscape,
calling out to the sky.
And I’ve wondered –
If white is all color,
and black its absence,
where are the colors between?
So I left that plane
and I’m climbing
a shining mountain;
I will not rest ’til
I find all my colors,
that grand view above
a too narrow horizon.
The trek is exhilarating,
the views are breathtaking,
and I’m heading for that
brilliant peak yonder.
It’s the place of my dreams,
where rainbows gleam
and eagles soar,
and my soul can live free.
Photo courtesy jplenio, Pixabay. (Thank you.)
Black & White & Rainbows is an excerpt from Soul Journey: The Poetry of Life.
Susan L Hart / Author 