Autumn had its way
My hair, now Wint’ry silver
Is promised Summer
Tag Archives: Summer
Cliché Saturdays: A Haiku
My Summer meetings
But for Cliché Saturdays
Have meant ev’rything
Shelling: A Haiku
To feed their fever
Summer would be sacrificed
It was decided
Summer In Winter
Who told you?
Who said it should’ve been so?
The looming liar lurking?
A voice from the mount’?
Would that there’d been!
Oh that there’d be!
What harm would befall to let it all go?
And exclaim to the the everlasting, omnipresent silence:
There’s ink to the contrary;
Screaming loud and clear.
So my skin -if none else- must tell the truth, dear.
My hand, the fall, forced.
A Haiku: Passé
Fall sat on fences
and dragged its feet home. Bring on
the white, wint’ry storm.Spring sought my soul soaked
and wants my demise. Kiss me
you blue Summer skies.
Coveted: A Haiku
OH to be Summer
That most fortunate season
When her skin feels bare
Thinking How
Well Summer will come
God willing
And if Summer comes
The mountains will remain
Snow covered
And if the mountains remain
I will overcome them
On foot
Heat: A Haiku
A different stare
But still the same wond’ring gaze
This must be the day
Country Crickets
Tiny, shiny red dress in the dark of my closet
Hanging next to that wishin’ shirt
Barefoot together, I’ll wear them, I will
Sitting on my porch swing, eyes closed, crickets applauding
A summer night so warm, I’ll not care I’m alone
Snow Notwithstanding
June
You glamorous, glamorous gal
You rock the year’s runway
With days up to “there”
Baring your shoulders
Warm breeze in your hair
December’s wolf whistles
Don’t phase in the least
We beckon your beauty
Within wintry beast
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