Don’t tug / Summer heat / To fill a pie / Hopeful

Don’t tug!
Like everything else,
blackberries
come off their vines easily
when they are ready.

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Summer heat—
Dandelions stare at the sun
unharmed.

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To fill a pie, use
both ripe and unripe berries.
As in the world,
sweet and sour are needed
for the desired taste.

I’m not happy with this one. It needs work. Too didactic & not natural.
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Hopeful,
a bee hovers over
a glass of lemonade.

Finally wrote something.

Cold June rain
& disappointing peaches...
Where are my wool socks?

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Bright white Summer sun,
pink-white blackberry flowers--
no fruit yet.

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Walking downhill,
assessing neighbors' yards,
smelling their roses.

A Tanka & a Senryu

Ugh, this heat!
Everything smells like dust,
even in the shade.
So look up to the green leaves,
the sanctuary of trees.


#tanka

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The loveliest walks
can result in blisters.
Take them anyway.

#senryu (I think!)

Indian Summer...

Indian Summer--
where are my flip-flops again?
Even birds are hot.

From Last Night

At dusk,
birdsong and warm wind--
and the smell of tacos. 


In the stifling room,
voices talk of freedom,
hope, love... And the heat.


Evergreen trees
shake gently in the breeze,
swaying to birdsong. 

Written in September

Summer's last hot gasp --
browned trees and grass and herbs
and dying flowers.

4/28/14

Dragonflies on rocks,
ants in crabgrass. Heat. Dust.
Summer's almost here.