Saturday, August 23, 2014

Haiku for a late summers eve

subtle songs of warmth
surround the scribe as she sits
chorus of crickets

wild cucumber vines
cascade over neighbours hedge
pods ripe for ambush

worm slowly appears
out of a crevice near The Pond
Pips dinner arrives

heart beat slows to pause
while Bachs cello serenades
peace in my garden

rippled hosta leaves
create shadows in sunbeams
sculpture of nature

sultry summers eve
sleep arrives easily in tune
with crickets and frogs


  1. I love the second one.....picture clear in my thoughts.

    1. Thanks John. When I saw this vine I remembered picking up the prickly pods as a kid. O the fun we had ambushing each other but man they stung :)


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