Brass, brazen maple leaf, embossed with a very serious face. Buds around you change in every season; green in spring, leaf in summer, then celebrate their passing in bright reds, yellow, and orange. Crackling under my feet, whispering to me; seasons pass and I am looking forward to wintry solitude.
You, my friend, stand against my fence. Never blowing away. Brass and brazen, always in the same place.
A gift from a flea market, many years ago. A gift from my children, placing our imagination, with their love, in an honored presentation, on Father’s Day; of my favorite leaf, one from a maple tree, brass, brazen as could be; never blowing away, always in the same place, as their love continues for me.
Splintered kindling wood
Moss growing moist on north side
Summer serves them well
Written In Center Sandwich NH at Kathleen’s place.
ZoralinQ 
ZQ
July 2, 2016 at 12:37 pm
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1sojournal
June 27, 2016 at 1:00 pm
Sometimes our children really know, don’t they?
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com
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dsnake1
June 27, 2016 at 9:23 am
lovely, lovely gift!
you’re one such wonderful father! 🙂
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gillena
June 27, 2016 at 3:39 am
I luv wind chimes. I can just image the sound if your ” brass brazen maple leaf”
Thanks for sharing a lovely haibun
Much love…
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C.C.
June 26, 2016 at 11:32 pm
I love the symbolism here…so deeply meaningful 🙂
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Sumana Roy
June 26, 2016 at 11:29 pm
chimes of love…beautiful…
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Magaly Guerrero
June 26, 2016 at 10:46 pm
So wonderfully precious… ♥
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thotpurge
June 26, 2016 at 9:39 pm
This is such a lovely piece…the memories, the love, the haiku…altogether beautiful.
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Colleen@ LOOSELEAFNOTES
June 26, 2016 at 9:29 pm
I have a friend for your leaf man. It’s a moss covered pot with a wide worn grin that my potter son made and which sits at the base of a dogwood tree in the yard.
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Truedessa
June 26, 2016 at 6:10 pm
OH, that maple leaf chime is wonderful. The face to watch over the land
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Sanaa Rizvi
June 26, 2016 at 4:29 pm
Such a heartwarming write 😀 love the image of buds changing in every season; green in spring, leaf in summer, and then in their celebratory colors i.e. bright reds, yellow, and orange 😀
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Jae Rose
June 26, 2016 at 2:45 pm
I love the permanence of the sculpture but more so the love it represents
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Sherry Marr
June 26, 2016 at 1:10 pm
I love that your children’s love surrounds you. And that you have a brass tinkly thing by the fence. I have metal wind chimes with deep tones that I LOVE hearing sound in the evening breeze.
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
June 26, 2016 at 12:16 pm
It’s not always the gift itself, but in how something is given… it seems to have been given an honored position among the growth of summer.
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Donna@Living From Happiness
June 26, 2016 at 10:26 am
I love the story behind this and such a special gift….
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Mary
June 26, 2016 at 9:33 am
Some meaningful gifts remain significant forever.
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