By Moonlight and Lightning
Haiku for Early August
To be honest I feel that this week’s poems are rather less than inspired or, presumably, inspiring. But I’m posting them anyway as they are what I’ve managed to produce lately.
I had started a sonnet I was quite pleased with… it was about the scent of rain, but I seem to require a refresher, e.g. some rain, to complete it! Memory of rain isn’t quite close enough in the depths of this very dry monsoon season.
This first very brief haiku is an attempt to describe seeing just the shadowy mountains beneath the recent half moon.
rise above the valley’s
half moon light
As you can tell from this next haiku, rainy weather has arrived in the vicinity. Alas, very little has fallen just here, despite the lightning up and down the valley and across in the mountains!
The hillside is rough.
I pick my way by moonlight
and lightning flashes.
On the other hand, it appears that the native plants are convinced the season has changed, and they’re very happy about it. The mesquite trees are putting forth a second, light flowering.
Long chartreuse catkins
whisper of a second spring
among blue-green leaves.
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