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urban garden
fern clinging
to brick

secret messages
door & sewer
graffiti

end of summer
mulching, deadheading and pruning
during quiet morninigs

Summer Haiku is closing

It's time for Summer Haiku to come to a close. Sadly I will not be able to host an Autumn Haiku this year, but hope that someone else will volunteer to carry on the tradition!

waving goodbye
to a new friend -
summer's end

Alison

hot laundromat
she speaks Korean
I use hand gestures

new tendrils
reach into thin air
morning glory

end of summer
different watering schedule
another shift change

last days of summer —
patches of gray
in my five o’clock shadow

after the rain
morning glories wrap around
blooming mimosa

morning glories climb
the dry sunflower stalks
corn moon*

*American Indian name for the August full moon (today)

Joy

after the shower
temperature drops
to 80F!

in the fourth watch
light from lunar eclipse
bathes a burning bush

eclipsed moon
the palm sized dog
touches my heart

[Cross posted to One Deep Breath; this is a dreamku, see my blog for A DREAMKU PRIMER; Image: The Three of Wands in The Voyager Tarot]

summer returns-
brown tipped grass
in neighbors' yards

cicadas
in the last movement~
summer symphony

morning stroll
the sounds of dry leaves
before autumn

3 AM
weeding and watering
before weekend shift

evening light ~
the blue transparency
of a dragonfly


***


lumière du soir ~
la transparence bleue
d'une libellule

dog days —
I keep killing
the same mosquito

after the rain
extra weeding around
pink hibiscus blooms

deep space burn
I reach for my ultra-high
sun protection factor

Anyone who knows any budding poets:
space haiku competition for under sixteens!

flash of yellow
a butterfly headbutts me
in my work break

.

back from vaca
lingering in the garden
before going to work

~~~~~

back from vaca
packer stacatto
over plant floor rhythms

I grasp my blanket
while the world rolls over –
daybreak already?

~ ~ ~

Tracing
the day's climb up the dunes –
birds and their songs

~ ~ ~

Cutting the deck,
sea from sky –
the sun's first light

(cross-posted at But Wait, There's More!)

August chill —
a freight train
speeds by

.
strawberries space-food
the summer heat thaws them
and me

As part of my National Poetry Day (U.K.) commission, 
I have been testing NASA authorised space food, 
and the strawberries are real but spacified.  
Strange but tasty.

wind squall ~
the fountain changes
its tempo


***


coup de vent ~
la fontaine change
de tempo

mobile beauty
orchid
in delivery van

the mountains

the mountains
are lost in the mist
beyond greenery

photo: lori bierly
words: mandy smith

a follow on to Roswilla's ku

["beyond these flat tracks the mountains" -- words were one of my contributions to the Haiku Train currently moving forward at One Deep Breath, the sketch (such as it is :-D) is mine, too]

a summer shower
shivering the surface
of the sea
and all the colours
darken in the rain

school's back -
street
of tiny dramas

sweet separation:
flesh from pit,
dripping juice

(Cross-posted at But Wait, There's More!)

that peach,
not ready yesterday,
was ripe today

(Cross-posted at But Wait, There's More!)

tarty splash
homemade
lemonade

suburban yard
reveals a universe
weeding on my knees

[one of my contributions to the Haiku Train currently chugging along at One Deep Breath]

summer over

summer over
at the end of the bridge
no looking back

photo: emily lin
words: mandy smith

["summer of rainstorms greener in between" .... 1990's photo by Roswila of a 150 year-old weeping beech tree that is survived now by her off-spring]

Do you remember the night in the park, years ago, when our futures took a different direction? We saw the moon, the one I see now, look down at us. Even though its shape and color has changed so many times, its real face never has - nor have ours...
.
shadows spread
from the old oak tree~
summer night

cold paradise
first taste of
Hansen's Sno-Blitz

Sno(w) balls or sno(w) cones are made with crushed ice and sweet syrup.

Hansen's ice is super soft. It absorbs the syrup better than any other type of crushed ice.

It's refreshing to eat this and helps you forget about the heat.

(

new moon-
just a window light competes
with the perseid shower

)

dawn -
light moves across
the curve of the apple

lured by its scent,
I bite into a peach
before it is ripe

pictures of Paris

on the wall, fading~

southern heat

immovable dawn ~
the slow movement
of shadows

***

aube immobile ~
le lent mouvement
des ombres

Last winter, I was walking barefoot on my wooden floor, while everyone else in this blog was freezing to death. Well, I am now the one not enjoying the weather and envying the rest of the group!

under the tree
stillness
hot heavy air

two heat sources
sun
hot flash

refreshing
reward
cold shower

Hades on Earth
opening
car door

sun bleach
caladium's burgundy veins
very pale pink

companion
half gone
water bottle

vacation eve
last minute gardening
ret to pack my stuff

For mmm

image by Trevor Haddrell




Floating World Japanese Festival
with Trevor Haddrell
Bristol Floating Harbour September 2003

the catch gets harder --
dusk levels distinctions
between grass and frog

found treasure
in parking lot
Chucky Cheese token

(Chucky Cheese is a pizza chain store. After the children eat, they can play games with the tokens.)

rooves, trees, cars mixed up
a tornado buzzes
The Big Apple

[An EF2 category tornado -- winds up to 111 mph -- hit Brooklyn (New York City, New York) early this morning. There's no record of one in Brooklyn ever before. In Queens -- where I live, sort of northeast of the area hit -- the storm was a fast and amazingly furious downpour with a great deal of lightning.]

for Josiah

summer fog —
the recruiter’s shiny new car
pulls up to the house

steamy morning
wilting with the garden
as I do my chores

tendril by tendril,
the wisteria closes
my garden gate

(Cross-posted at But Wait, There's More!)

full weekend
50 cent plants at roadside
two flowerpots full

stone bench -
the snail gives up to me
the other half

***

banc de pierre -
l'escargot me cède
l'autre moitié

[Posted as a response to One Deep Breath's prompt this week of "evening." Sketch is also by me.]

child's face at the window -
morning glories
filling with rain

wet forecast -
snail swaggers
out for the day

sultry days

sultry days awaiting a wind that must surely come

words: mandy smith
photo: phill deason

suncaught -
a beer and the barmaid
from another pub


topical haiku even the wine blushes


.

bright heat

wedding party-
inbetween the brightness
a grounded white rose

wide open window
a dream of flying over
tossing green trees

in the sky
and on the hill
the same cloud

***

dans le ciel
et sur la colline
le même nuage

THE EMPRESS (III)*

*from my Taiga Tarot, a deck-in-progress.

summer habit

very early commute
watering the garden
at 4 AM

during shift from hell

great dialougue lines

for onging story

patterns of light
floating through the trees -
splash of an apple falling

first brambles
bright eyes
gaze at me from the bush

how many years ago?
the taste of a cherry
just like this one

morning gardening...
planting rose of sharon
for next year's privacy

Empire State Building
he asks if I'm a tourist
as I gaze up

August —
the dog’s breath
against my leg

change of shift
children serenading me
as I waken

Upper, right panel reads:
still old water
elephant ears
cradle raindrops.

power lines

power lines beneath summer clouds children play

words & photo © gerald england, 2007

prompted by the "feathered friends" theme at one deep breath

another photograph of this sculpture can be seen at Ackworth born, gone West

summer rain...

may december romance

severed too quickly

moving back and forth
to stay in the shade
in this hot day
unable to ignore
the motion of time

staring -
black eyes
sunflower's center

my blind neighbour
fingers each new bloom
...and smiles