I find Autumn to be a beautiful time of year, especially if you are lucky enough to live in a place where you can experience the sights and sounds of the season. I live in Florida by choice so I can experience warmer weather year round, but the price to pay is that I no longer see the changes of season.
This Autumn, on September 28th to be exact, we had what you could call a seasonal change that brought many sounds. It’s name was Ian and it was a hurricane. The storm was huge and slow moving. At times its noises were deafening as it shook the entire house. It ripped trees out of the ground and split other trunks in two. Roof tiles flew every which way and rain travelled in all directions and pounded everything it touched. This went on for hours and I would much rather experience the sound of acorns crunching under my feet than the sound of a hurricane ripping homes apart.
Fall is a term for autumn because typically leaves ‘fall’ from the trees. We saw them ripped off along with the branches they were attached to and land five hundred feet away.
Sights and sounds of Fall A hurricane remembered for indifference Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Linda Lee Lyberg ishosting Monday Haibun at D'Verse and has prompted us with 'Autumn's voice'
Wow! I have written about floods, but I think your hurricane is at least equally scary.
Both are scary Rosemary! 😧 When Mother Nature gets angry she is fierce.
It is scary with those hurricanes (and it may be deadly even). They seem to come more and more often. I remember I visited Florida right after hurricane Andrew… and it was scary to see what it had made.
Yes Andrew was historic. They are becoming more frequent, much bigger and even more catastrophic.
I’ve been through a few hurricanes back when I lived in Texas and Louisiana. They are to be respected. Well done!
Thanks Linda. I am beginning to think Arizona’s sandstorms would be more palatable 🙃
We love Arizona. We’ve lived here for 25 years. ☺️
Wow! So much more than fall….glad to have you tell the tale.
Me too! Thanks Darnell ☺️💕
Sorry to hear you had to experience Ian – up close and personal. Hope you survived without much effect??? 😊💕🌹
Thanks dear Chuck. Yes we did. I’m just thankful we didn’t live 50 miles south of here. They got it really bad 😢
Very Happy to hear you came through unscathed. You were blessed! Have a Great Thanksgiving, My Dear!! 😊💕🌹
You too Chuck. Happy Thanksgiving, my friend.☺️💕
What an experience, Christine! I don’t think I could live in a place where I couldn’t see the seasons change, but I wouldn’t want to experience a hurricane either – the great storm in the UK in the eighties was enough for me – especially after reading your description of Ian. You’ve really captured the sounds.
Thank you Kim. I remember my mum sending me photos of the hurricane that went through part of London. Is that the one you’re referring to? It was hard to believe. I don’t ever remember a hurricane in England before that 😳
I was living in Twickenham at the time and cycled to work in Richmond, I had to lift my bike over fallen trees! It was the scariest weather I’ve ever experienced.
Yes, that was the one. Absolutely incredible for London. The climate has only worsened since then. 😦
So true.
Not anything I’d want to be anywhere near, let alone in the middle of. Glad you lived to write the poem, Christine.
Lol! Right? It wasn’t my first but this one really bothered me. I didn’t blog for days after it happened and it made me wonder why the heck I live in FL 🙄
I understand the attraction, it’s paradise — until it isn’t!
Exactly!
I’m glad you were safe. A hurricane is a frightening experience.
Thanks dear Sadje. It certainly is 😳
Take care