Farida Haque
Nov 3 · 5 min read

In Celebration of Fall

~ moments of detached languor ~

‘Autumn at my Door’ photo by farida haque 2019

Though highway noises encroach as winds change direction, quiet oak and maple leaves fall like moments of detached languor. Wading through ramparts of ochre and gold — it is late autumn after all, but unseasonably cold — I wander with a tractable pace in the woods: stop at a bend in the brook where horsetails grow, rest on a rotting log: watch and absorb as a piece of dry bread soaks up…

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Farida Haque

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Multimedia artist, writer, poet. ‘Celebrating other lives, I am a sparrow in the shadow of a rosebush...’ faridahaque@gmail.com

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