August Cries

As cicadas sing in swaying pines , squirrels scramble in search of winter’s stash and swallowtails soar in blue skies, August is ushered in my backyard. All is at peace as summer marches on.

It’s no wonder the days linger long, as school days are short at hand. One more vacation, one more pool day, one more picnic before; cicada, squirrel and swallowtail vanish from my landscape. “Just one more time,” cry the children as school days approach, little too soon, in a big world of fun.

Brilliant, brazen blooms;
nodding in late summer breeze
an early farewell.

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  1. I sigh at the depletion of summer your prose evokes. Soon, the bell marking first period tolls for me! Beautifully done!

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  2. Suzanne says:

    A lovely haibun. Your summer sounds very peaceful.

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  3. Beverly Crawford says:

    A great summation of August in your world. The haiku conjures a picture of late summer blooms!

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  4. rothpoetry says:

    A great Haibun. I like your long days short days comparison… and the desire for just one more time….

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