Haiku: Spanish Moss Lake in the Autumn Glow

Haiku: Spanish Moss Lake in the Autumn Glow

As we drove the seven hours yesterday from the Gulf coast of Northwest Florida to the hills of Middle Tennessee, the Autumn light and shadows were hypnotic in revealing the pristine nature of things as if being seen for the first time in their authenticity.

The little lake straddling the state line between Florida and Alabama at Florala, with its’ cypress trees in their Fall foliage, its’ Spanish moss, its’ mirror lake of blue and white, and it’s billowing clouds, was surreal in its’ fervent display.

I was reminded of an Autumn day in New York’s Hudson River Valley so many years ago. A young soldier with my whole life still ahead of me, with old and new friends, driving through the valley and mountains with the dappled light and its’ beautiful foliage all aglow.

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