Almost Like Haiku

In Maine, late fall is a time of subtraction. The golden glow of October has been replaced by the more austere pleasures of November. Gone are the brilliant autumn leaves, and instead we have a landscape that is marked by the dark bones of leafless trees.

However, I find trees beautiful during any season, and to me a tree with bare branches is spare and poetic, almost like haiku.

This picture of our friends’ home—a classic New England farmhouse—illustrates the beauty and sweep of the bare trees.

If you click on the picture, it will enlarge the photo, and you will be able to better see those bare trees and the red roof, which I absolutely adore.

Until spring comes, I will be admiring the bare trees whenever I go for walks.

Less is not necessarily more, but seeing the essence of the trees somehow brings me closer to them.

 

 

49 thoughts on “Almost Like Haiku”

  1. I love bare trees. The negative spaces among the branches (which are like fractals) are fascinating in themselves. There is a tree in the park where I walk that, in the winter, looks like a crown of thorns.

  2. Hmm. Austere, yes. I’ll be happier when the golden glow of October has been replaced with bare trees that are outlined against a pristine carpet of white. 😊🌨

    1. How I love them! Especially the sweep of bare branches against the sky. Now that I can walk without pain, I plan to go out for walks with my camera so that I can snap some pictures of them.

  3. I love the bare bark of trees in winter… and your photo of the New England farm house is lovely … warm and inviting in winter, like your house. 😊

  4. I have always enjoyed the bare trees, too. I love seeing how the branches and trunk are shaped. The bones, so to speak. Your neighbor’s farm house is lovely, and about how I would picture a New England farm house. πŸ™‚

  5. Oh, how pretty the tree are in the foreground of the lovely house. I love trees and all their changes during the four seasons here. I think the bare trees are very pretty when it snows.

  6. We’re still waiting for some bare limbs, but a stormy (and wet) weekend’s on tap, so we may get our chance to join in your admiration — at last. I wonder if those limbs rejoice at being freed from the weight of their leafy burden for a time. Maybe they enjoy being able to shed that covering and swim in the wind!

  7. Sally Fitzgerald, who edited a book of Flannery O’Connor letters that I’m reading, applied this phrase to O’Connor’s life — “passive diminishment.” She says it means “the serene acceptance of whatever affliction or loss cannot be changed by any means.” It’s like subtraction in late fall … except we know spring will come again.

  8. The trees are bare here too. I think what I appreciate most is the changes. Today the trees are bare, it is cold and frosty but sunny, tomorrow may well be wet and grey. In a few months the spring bulbs will come and then the new leaves on the trees and so on. Always something different and something to look forward to.

  9. For some reason, WP won’t let me comment on the post just before this one, so I will say here that I was well chuffed that you liked Builders Tea, and thanks for the recommendation of Dash and Lily.

    1. That happens sometime to me, too. I do like Builders Tea, and Dash & Lilly is a fun yet witty Christmas series. If you watch it, don’t think too much about the plot.

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