cicada song

Posting this haibun for dVerse Poets as we bid a long goodbye to sweet summertime.  Toni is hosting with an emphasis on “komorebi”, a Japanese word for the light that filters between trees…enjoy!

 

Our firstborn son’s house sits on a hill with a woodsy backyard and inviting patio where we celebrated mother’s day last spring. Now we embark on a final summer bike ride before our oldest grandchild starts school. It requires a little time and patience to find everyone’s helmet and shoes before hitching up the toddler carrier and deciding our route. To avoid riding on the busy narrow street, I and the two boys take a shortcut over grassy properties between shrubbery to meet grandpa and dad near the bike path.

My middle grandson points the way to “our lake” and we head down the steep path, gaining speed and testing brakes alternately. After a couple curves, the lake is in view below us. Wildflowers border the smooth concrete which ends at a dirt trail leading into the trees. Some tri-leaf plants look suspiciously like poison ivy so I google it while waiting with grandson for the other riders to catch up. His helmet is too loose and flops sideways again so I tighten the straps.

It’s gratifying to watch our son with his children at the lakeside park as he explores with them. We notice frogs of various sizes in the mud and a painted turtle on a submerged branch. My husband sits at lone picnic table with granddaughter as I try to keep up with the boys while maintaining a safe distance from a cattail swamp.

The sun plays hide and seek with puffy clouds above us and something, perhaps a fish, jumps as evidenced by the concentric rings expanding outward across the quiet water. The water too is partly cloudy, with some algael growth around its edges and a muddy bottom that gets stirred up by slightest movement of crawdad or minnow. A painted-lady butterfly flits from late dandelion head to wild morning glory bloom.

 

loud strumming in tree

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photo by lynn

camouflaged musician of

summer’s symphony

scared hare day

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photo by lynn

 

 

summer’s last litter

rabbit’s heart patters fast beat

sudden departure!

juicy goodness

Summer kigo theme at Carpe Diem is Japanese word,”kiichigo”, for raspberry.

 

our love has ripened

sweet fruit ready for picking

raspberry summer

 

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source: CDHK

 

leave a light on

 

soft summer moonlight

heaven’s night light shines on all

illuminates earth

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photo by lynn

 

maybe God’s like motel 6:

I’ll leave a light on for ya!

summer morning

Joining Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai as we write summer “dawn” haiku with particular attention to the phrase & fragment…

 

birds awaken dawn

with songs of adoration

sky blushes pink clouds

 

silly lily lou

 

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old walking partner

husky out of element

farm wo-man’s best friend

animal wears thick fur coat

pants in sunshine, sheds summer

 


Join Elsie at Ramblings of a Writer for tanka challenge: animals & sunshine

grieve a breeze

“Time Travel: Ancient Japanese Poetry” with Chèvre at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

Even a breeze may fail me

When I desire it.

Little I should grieve,

If only, sure of its coming,

I could await even a breeze.

waka by Princess Kagami (7th century)

 

extreme summer

wrung out from humidity

even breeze feels hot

haiku by lynn__

watermelon days

 

watermelon days

juicy summer drips sweetness

spits seeds of promise

 

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photo by lynn

empty comes full circle

At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, Chèvre challenges us to use these 12 words in order (one per line) in a haiku series (like 12 hours in full circle of clock):  1. summer  2. princess  3. willow  4. oasis  5. palmtree(s)  6. camels  7. cruise-ship  8. snow  9. rainbow  10. yellow  11. shrine  12. prayer (or praying)


 

sultry summer birth
dark-eyed princess baby girl
thin as willow wisp

parents’ oasis
simple hut under palm trees
daughter worth camels

poverty’s cruise-ship
huddle near fire when snow falls
wishing on rainbow

yellow fever strikes
bury princess near old shrine
praying in the rain

 

 

solstice artistry

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live smoothly

I want to title this, “pink lemonade” but used word tiles given…

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A poem created with magnetic poem kit  🙂

make hay, as they say

 

Today, Boncho’s haiku (below) inspired mine. The smell of cut alfalfa is a wonderful aroma! Another season of haying will soon begin with our first cutting here in Iowa. It’s pleasant to drive tractor for baling hay, if not too windy and dusty.

 

farmer works up sweat

bales hay on summer evening

to feed hungry cows

-lynn

how cool cut hay smells

when carried through the farm gate

as the sun comes up!

-Boncho

 

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Nozawa Boncho was a Japanese poet born c.1640. He spent most of his life  working as a doctor in Kyoto. Boncho was one of Matsuo Bashō’s followers and wrote many famous haiku in his day. This is my response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: Utabukuro.

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