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The Colors of Summer--A summer sequence

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Summer heat--a summer sequence

Autumn sequence--Ruddy Colors

Revealing

               

 

Long past midnight,
the heat of the day remains
caught in the iris--
its purple petals wilted,
bent toward the waning moon.

Paul


Into the backyard,
came this trembling of finches
for a short while...
what was it they all sought,
that our garden didn't have?

an'ya


Motionless
above the reeds,
a dragonfly--
ah, the wild blues
it vibrates in the sun.

Michael McClintock


By the dry, weedy ditch
a large snapping turtle rests;
grey clouds roll in...
hope of the first summer rain
to drench more than just a drought.

b'oki.


So many kinds, herbs,
fresh summer vegetables,
vendors shout, "Buy here!"--
home, loving the green market,
slicing onions, my eyes tear.

Kigen

 

Early summer...
Already an onion seeds
In the garden;
Are the fireflies aware
Of how brief their night is?

Donna


Deep dry cracks
on aged hands revealing
it's summer, summer
cloudbursts top the ravine
briefly to overflowing.

an'ya


The sound of water,
roaring down the curbstones;
afternoon storm--
broad green leaves shake in the wind;
lightning cracks a black sky.

Paul


Stone wall after rain--
a spider perfectly still
glistening in sun:
the hues of insect ad stone,
grey-black, speckled, merge as one.

Kigen


Brown mountains
hidden in clouds for weeks,
reappearing--
with your dandelions you bring
the end of the monsoon.

Michael McClintock


Walking the fence line
Of the unused pasture
At afternoon's end...
The hum of insects invades,
Overpowers these stray thoughts.

Donna


This place of retreat
once built by vineyard monks;
the smallest chapel--
white snow geese congregate
around thoughts of ancient prayer.

b'oki.


A gentle breeze
sends a rustle through the leaves
this summer dawn--
sutra memories arise
here in this mountain home.

Paul


The air becomes still...
in a gorge the sky narrows,
the river changes hue--
a pocket of purple twilight
that has always been there.

Michael McClintock


Clear from Japan,
an antique float ball
faded green--
the brilliance of summer,
what a fleeting thing...

an'ya