After autumn winds have blown away the colors of fall, the wilting landscape left behind is a sleeping yellowish-brown hue that remains until spring winds travel across glaciered lands. Between the snowfalls of winter, it is wabi-sabi that greets me throughout each day.
Words of old-- whispered today by wind in the reeds. ~Shōhaku (cited: Trans: S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)

From bare brush along a mountain path-- the sound of frost ~Shinkei (cited: Trans: S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)

Fallen to the ground like those words of old-- glowing leaves ~Inko (cited: Trans: S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)

Travels and Trifles invites photographers to share what they find interesting about a chosen subject. This post represents current work with double exposure as an avenue to open myself to the beauty of the imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete qualities of late autumn.
Outstanding post Brenda. I always love your posts but this one truly struck a chord for me. Very beautifully done.
Thank you, Tina. I do hope the cord was a pleasant one as being open to the beauty of this season is a challenge…life feels barren during this time Nature rests in the northern hemisphere.
Outstanding imagery and thought provoking words.
Thank you Khürt…I enjoy reading your comments.