Recliner naptime
Sounds of pool water splashing
Summer lullaby
Sea-scapades: Part One
The ocean was quietly rolling
Wonderful day at the beach
Memory of past times beguiling
I walked straight into the surf
Confidant I could still do it
I waded still further out
Wave one and wave two I maneuvered
Wave three was a total rout
I landed flat backwards and splashing
Legs waving high in the air
My son saw me flailing, gave me a hand
Eventually I was upright
I cannot describe my sadness
To face up to this simple loss
I’ve played in the water since childhood
Now I am like a beached whale.
Haiku: In the Beginning
Soil cradles like womb
Life seeds fertile with promise
Blossoms of summer
Daily Prompt: Soil
Recycling
My AC is broken, not cycling cool air
On this monstrously hot day
Sweat doesn’t cool but reminds me
I’ve a talent to reclaim
Long hot southern summers
With no air conditioning.
A back yard with pecan trees
Taught me how to catch breezes.
I sat by a window not moving a muscle
Getting lost in book-reading
Words were my magic carpet
Fanning air as it flew.
Today by my window
Oak tree leaves transport me
A slight wind brings coolness
Settling round my feet.
Haiku: Revelation
Two flats abandoned
In the patio garden
Sad and neglected
Then one bright morning
Garden peppered with red blooms
Flats nowhere in sight
Plant fairy at work
All is ready for summer
With wave of trowel.
Haiku: Summer Luxury
Cooling elegance
Green oak leaves are fluttering
Fanning the garden
Blue pool slight ripple
Inviting lazy swimmers
Come in water’s fine
Haiku: Stoplight Ahead
Cicadas’ chorus
Sings that summer is ebbing
I want to click pause
Stay a while longer
Savor charms of the season
Before green turns red
Haiku: Seasonal Affliction
First day of summer
Outside eighty-nine degrees
Muse must be dozing.
I can’t keep focus
Have no special intentions
Haiku went fishing.
Daily Prompt: Aimless
Haiku: Promise Delivered
Soft breeze and bright sun
Sounds of birds and lawn mower
Pool water sparkling
Seems like forever
Winds of winter entrapped us
Prisoners to snow.
Now out come swimsuits
Garden furniture beckons
Sweet summer’s arrived.
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