Saturday Haiku: Morning Stillness

 

in morning stillness
while birds chatter in the trees
a leaf drifting down

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Photo by Charles Kinnaird

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Saturday Haiku: Dog Days

  

 stifling summer days
can be as bleak as winter
then sunflowers bloom

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Photo by Charles Kinnaird

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Saturday Haiku: Summer Breeze

 cicada chorus
rising with the summer breeze
peaceful afternoon

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Photo by Charles Kinnaird

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Saturday Haiku: Katydids

I love hearing these creatures singing from the trees at night. Last week, one of them came down during the day for a closer visit.

katydids

sounding glad tidings

through the night

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Photo by Charles Kinnaird

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Saturday Haiku: Summer Feast

when blossoms wither

the goldfinch will be feasting

on nature's bounty

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Photo by Charles Kinnaird

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Saturday Haiku: Full Flower

summer sun

receptive petals

full flower

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Photo by Charles Kinnaird



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Saturday Haiku: Surprise

the ragged surprise

of a sunflower in June

lifts the weary heart

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Photo by Charles Kinnaird

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Saturday Haiku: Zinnias

volunteer zinnias

standing on a summer’s day

teach the way of life

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Photo by Charles Kinnaird



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Saturday Haiku: Clouds at Midday

a bright summer's day

white clouds hanging in stillness

with midday repose

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Image: "Houses at Auvers" (1890)

Artist: Vincent van Gogh

Medium: Oil on canvas

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Saturday Haiku: Magnolia

magnolia blossom

fragrant summer emergence

lotus of the South

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Photo by Charles Kinnaird



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Saturday Haiku: Summer Leaf

a leaf on the tree

trembles in the summer breeze

just before the storm

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Getty Images photo

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Saturday Haiku: Clover

among the clover

with bees in casual flight

worlds are reconciled

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Photo by Charles Kinnaird



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Friday Funnies: It's Gettin' Hot Out there, Folks

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Cartoon from The New Yorker magazine by David Sipress



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Saturday Haiku: Summer Waters

an empty rowboat

on the still summer waters

entices dreamers

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Image: "Bathers at La Grenouillere," at the National Gallery, London, UK
Artist: Claude Monet
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Date: 1869



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Saturday Haiku: Friends Gather

friends gather and wait

breezes rustle summer leaves

cares are forgotten

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Photo by Peggy Farmer

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Saturday Haiku: Welcoming Summer

resting in the reeds

a green frog welcomes summer

by simply being

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Photo by Malcolm Marler

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Saturday Haiku: Summer Rains

not in haste

soothing summer rains

bring forth life

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Photo: "Summer Rain," by Mark Smith

Courtesy of Flickr

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Saturday Haiku: Sunset Calm

My high school algebra teacher used to say, "Show me your work." So today I decided to show you my work as I tried to come up with this week's haiku:

Li River resting

in Guilin’s ancient valley

with a sunset calm

with a sunset calm

the river valley resting

from the summer heat

sunset calm

river valley rests

summer settles

summer settles

as the river rests

in sunset calm

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Photo: Elephant Trunk Hill, Guilin, China



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Saturday Haiku: Lavender Breakout

lavender summer

breaking forth upon ghost wings

butterfly’s delight

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Photo by Peggy Farmer

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Summer Solstice Reflection

 

   

Summer Storm

Sudden darkness at midday

Swiftly followed by thunder claps

     and sheets of rain.

Grateful trees bow their branches

Until their gratitude stretches

To the point of fear,

But trust remains

As water and wind become

     the only audible sounds.

Stillness comes as the sun breaks through.

Humidity ebbs and flows

     in invisible eddies and swirls.

A wasp circles a carefully offered blossom

While the mocking bird sings

     every song she knows.

Up on the wire,

A dove dries her rain drenched feathers,

Stretching out her wing

With the grace of a ballet dancer –

A grace not often seen in a dove –

A grace neither sought nor dwelt upon

As she whiffles through the air

On dry wings.

                                               

                                                     ~ CK

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