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                                                                           Summer

 

                                       

 

A summer cemetery--
old maple tree roots rest
on blankets of moss.

b'oki (Bette)


From somewhere--
the deep croak of a frog;
the drying creek.

Cynthia


The heat breaks;
even the butterflies
seem livelier.

Cynthia


Summer sandals;
The grasshopper shares a ride
On a toe.

Donna


The red pine tree--
sun-filled sap trickles past
a cicada shell.

b'oki
 

In the shimmering heat--
swallows swoop and soar;
the river's edge.

Cynthia


Fledgling quail--
Eleven topknots bobbing
along the wall.

MaryJane


An unmoving spider
crouches at the web's center;
a hot breeze.

Cynthia


Mustard on my thumb--
A bee explores one finger
at a time.

Adelaide


Picking the last blueberries;
In the first morning glory--
the same hue.

Donna


Wind in the pines--
Patterns of needles shift
on stone.

MaryJane


An unexpected shower--
Heavy raindrops land
with a dusty puff.

MaryJane


Summer rain--
Sky-tinted water filling
the clay pots.

MaryJane


A light drizzle
on the Queen Anne's lace;
the darkened sky.

Steve


Late summer;
On the second day of coolness,
The bird's spring song!

Donna

 

 

                                       

The hot day;
a little water, also,
on the flowering weed.

Kim


A hot afternoon--
the blossoming sage
quivers with bees.

Adelaide


A windless day;
the spider drifts down
on an unseen thread.

Cynthia


A sleepless night--
crickets and tree frogs
for company.

Adelaide


The summer moon;
a raccoon looking in
the open door.

Kim


The heat!
hanging willow boughs
sway slowly.

Cynthia


The rippling water;
floating lily leaves
bob gently.

Cynthia


On the shortcut path--
someone has picked
the blue wildflower.

Kim


A hot breeze;
the sun's reflection gleams
on each cherry.

Cynthia


A slug coiled
on the whisk broom handle;
the wet day.

Kim

                                        

 


Limp leaves hang
from the broken branch;
a dark evening.

Cynthia