Thursday, July 30, 2026

A Year Of Haiku (XXIX): Trumpets

 


The petaled trumpets
of Summer silently sound:
Autumn's distant roar.

6 comments:

  1. Anonymous6:26 AM

    Lovely!

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    1. Thank you! The fact that flowers bloom so long here is a luxury.

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  2. Nylon127:48 AM

    Mid Summer's brown grass
    mourns the dearth of Heaven's tears:
    Dry withered Crunch Crunch!

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    1. Withered Crunch here too:
      Not immune, rainy places
      to Summer's long heat.

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  3. This morning as I was digging up our potato crop, I couldn't help thinking that fall is coming quickly. I know here in a matter of weeks, cool evenings will start to become the norm and our air conditioner can rest at night instead of running constantly like it does now.

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    1. Ed, we have had a milder Summer than the last two as well here; . I cannot help but feel that Autumn is right around the corner (although we still have to get through August.

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