Three Haiku for Summer

And a Small Announcement

Low in the summer sky, night after night, there is one star that nestles between two far mountain peaks. Just east of north, it has become the star my eyes search for when I walk down to the horses at night.

I watch you, lone star;
you hang between mountain peaks,
guiding through summer.

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Although the weather cooled for several days, we’ve had only the briefest flirtation with rain—the sort that sprinkles out of a nearly cloudless patch of sky, leaving things almost as dry as they were before its arrival. In fact, I couldn’t see the rain at all; I could only feel it.

Under summer skies
invisible polka dots
of rain spot my skin.

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And one more haiku for a summer night…

Antares dancing
does not weary as I do
through the summer’s length.

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In other news, I have been working on bringing three poetry collections together in book form. Where the Sun Sings is (probably) in its final configuration, needing only an introduction and formatting. The Hillside Diaries is a combination of my earlier The Hillside Diary with the year’s worth of Midwestern poetic journal that I wrote after it; this one has also reached the formatting stage. A yet unnamed collection of sonnets—possibly The San Pedro Sonnets or Sonoran Sonnets or some such title—is proving much more recalcitrant as to sequence.

Anyway, this compilation work has taken a lot of my writing energy and time lately. I’m eager to write some longer pieces, but there is only so much I can manage!

Cheers from the edge of the Sonoran desert…

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