For Frank Tassone’s weekly haikai challenge.
hung between
day and night balanced on
the edge of summer
axis tips and we begin
the slow slide into winter
Tanka for the summer solstice
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For Frank Tassone’s weekly haikai challenge.
hung between
day and night balanced on
the edge of summer
axis tips and we begin
the slow slide into winter
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Ahhh, yes, my wife from Vermont feels the memories from these lines; but me, here in Central Texas, I’m like please grease that slide, lol! 🙂 Nicely writ, Jane! 🙂
Thank you! There must be an ideal climate somewhere, but if it’s a toss up between too hot in summer and too cold in winter, I’ll take the heat.
Ahahaha, she says the exact same thing! 😊 Me I’ll opt for enough funds one day to alternate climates – but yeah I know, dreaming 😊
Today it’s 90°F in the shade outside and feels pleasantly warm. Indoors, we have 68°F and it’s jumper-wearing cold. I don’t know what the solution is but this house isn’t it!
Wow, that’s quite a contrast in temps! So sorry to heart that; it’s about 100 heat index out here & we try to get by with 78 or so inside w/the AC, the ceiling fans really help; but 68 inside, that’s chilly when it’s real warm outside!
The house is stone and the floors are terracotta tiles placed directly on the soil, no foundations. There are veins of water running beneath that rise up like condensation on the tiles in some places when it’s really wet. We keep cool when it’s really hot (it’s set to hit 95° today) but in winter it’s dire even though it never gets properly cold here. We need a winter palace…
I do know what you mean, though in a slightly less intense experience. We lived in an older house (not now) with the ground anywhere from a foot to inches from the hard tile floor. Yes, nice in hot weather, almost unbearable even in the relatively short winters we have here, brrrrr 🙂
A lot of the houses in these parts were constructed like that. They were intended for poor agricultural workers who would have been out working from dawn to dusk anyway. Very basic. If you don’t intend to be out digging fields all day but sitting in front of a computer, it changes your perspective, and your idea of necessary comfort!
Quite a contrast of occupation images – a lot like the temp shift outside to in; but very much see what you mean, I think ur right! 🙂
I certainly feel surrounded by nature. The bedroom smells of running water… I like that actually.
That’s what counts! 🙂
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I totally agree, Jane! 😉
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Very nice poem! The tipping and sliding works very well!
Thanks Dwight. We’re almost there.
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#Haiku Happenings #2: Jane Dougherty’s latest haiku for my current #haikai challenge!
Thank you, Frank 🙂
This is a marvelous poem of midsummer Jane!
Thank you, Linda 🙂
A beautiful poem, but don’t remember the shorter days. After all, these have not even become significantly longer here.
Thank you! It’s light here until 22h30 and with the moon, even later. And it’s light at around 5h30.