end of summer – Jane Dougherty Writes

Rose water

Photo ©Hamed Tahamtan

How did the heat shrink

and blow away in green torrents

of sea-wash, cloud-borne

on thrashing horse winds?

Fissures in the cracked skin

of the earth riffle with downy

bristles, the shrivelled flowers

of summer, filled now, running

with dry dust after the soaking rain.

Earth sighs and sings beneath

the plucked chords of rain strings

yet the music runs through open

fingers, soaking into gaping heat-wounds,

water in a desert of weeping

roses d’Ispahan.

Haiku for falling leaves

autumn’s tread

the sound of falling leaves

like thunder

Bright morning

morning

a chain saw cutting logs

a dog barking

and the smell of wood smoke

curling through the changing air

August rain

The Oracle gave me the theme for this one. I think it shows.

Rain beats its persistent music

on roof and rippling grass,

misting the meadow,

smearing the window glass.

Light stretches unchanging,

uncontrasted, dull as the sky.

So hard to recall the brilliance of summer sun,

the deep green shade of panting leaves,

the dreams of roses.

End of summer tanka

august heat hangs thick

among the heaps of shadows

dim beneath the trees

autumn was in your leaving

scattered with butterfly dust

Haiku challenge: Time & Grow

This is for Ronovan’s haiku challenge. You can join in here.

The first haiku has ‘bloom’ instead of ‘grow’—not really a synonym, but I prefer it. So, I’ve added a second haiku with both suggested words.

Your time will come, rose

to fall in a cloud of scent.

Bloom, now, in beauty.

Once upon a time,

the green grass grew all around,

now grey concrete sprouts.

In the long grass poppies blow,
Glowing embers of summer heat.
Fleet, the failing, fading day,
Stay, the evening star,
Far and bright,
Light in the turquoise sky.
Fly, the southbound birds,
Words in the gusting wind,
Thinned, the leaves in the poplar trees,
Lees of summer wine,
Mine, the last of the nectar sweet.
Fleet the failing, shortened days,
Stays the cold of early morning,
Dawning red where the poppies blow,
Glowing in the late autumn grass.