Summer Haikus

After the Solstice, July 2024

Photo by Iulia Topan on Unsplash

Sing sweet summer air
You have grown full and fruitful -
Nothing can compare.

A cute pop of blue
Nestled between twig and leaf
Babies peck their shell.

Soft green sprigs of grass
Lie smitten by my cruel blade;
A fragrant, wet rug.

Breezes bless my screen
Passing easily between
Criss-cross obstructions.

Fireflies, cicadas, 
Owls and bats people the night,
Denizens of dark.

The woods are silent
But for a chirp, a crackle
My footsteps intrude.

Summer is a dream
Ablaze in vibrant blossom
A child’s tea party.