white light blazes down
from a sky of purest hottest blue,
drawing out sweat
that tickles, trickles,
and stinging scratches, Continue reading
Tag Archives: summer
From summer downunder, for Eugi’s weekly prompt “winter”. So great to have these prompts back! Thanks Eugi!
your buttocks are scorchy!
It is time to turn us
away from the fire.
For my northern hemisphere friends – hang in there, the Earth will be turning her upper cheeks to the sun soon, and you’re welcome to it. (And if you’re thinking winter is when you’re further from the sun, you might want to read Obliquity.)
dragged from sleep by the heat,
the still air drowning me, Continue reading
For Frank’s Haikai Challenge #172 (1/3/21): first sun (hatsuhi):
Light pours from the sky,
flooding the land, and rising
to come flowing through
the window, drowning my dreams
in a blaze of light and heat.
A haibun this time (prose + haiku), but no photo because I don’t grow this type of lily. They’re a formosan lily or Taiwan lily, but we’ve always just called them Christmas lilies because they bloom around Christmas all along the coastal roads of NSW. Continue reading
A choir of colour,
they raise their heads and open
their mouths to shout out
a hallelujah chorus
of silent, deafening joy. Continue reading
Lady Alice has recurved or reflexed petals, like the tigers. But is too refined to be in the same tub, and would never admit to being closely related to them.
Lady Alice bobs
a curtsey to the breeze, and
turns her petals up –
a reflex she cannot help
when embarrassed by the bees.
This series of “…and there were lilies” poems is an epilogue to “jubilate lilium (let there be lilies”).
In the same bathtub as the tigers, are some oriental lilies, including Anastacia. Anastacia has a lovely scent, very sweet, and beautiful pink blush and freckles. But she seemed a bit over-awed by the tigers, so I brought her inside for safety.
So pretty in pink,
Anastacia cowers from
the grinning tigers,
orange against jungle green,
recurving talons readied. Continue reading
Last year I put in lots of lily bulbs, and offered up a prayer on planting them. They have flowered spectacularly, and the possums have not found them (although the pig ate a few). Beginning at the end with my favourites, the tigers:
Burning tigers smile
and nod their heads, approving
of the summer rain.