Quiet Christmas Eve morn,
all is calm with a Summer
sun* shining again!
*(Only in partial jest I note our Wind Chill Factor above 85° Fahrenheit. In younger days I’d be surfing New Smyrna Beach during the Christmas school break in climes featuring near-90-degree temperatures. Of course the next week well could see the mercury all huddled at the bottom of its tube in that lonely, cold bubble.)
‘Dry cool week’ comin’ –
fools think Fall finally here!
Summer will be back!
Soon Summer edges
nearer its funeral pyre:
and old and dear friend!
Spent a Summer’s Day
by San Francisco’s cold Bay:
Damn near Froze my Jay*!
*(original version in a comment posted to Haiku for Cats by Bruce C. Jewett read: Damn near froze to death! but then I saw the inadvertent end-rhymes and just had to resort to his taunt of JayK**u – ** he called it Jayku and I exercised ediitorshi(struggling not to type ‘t’ here, now)p…)
Shirtless Sausage sits
on a blistering small grill –
each brief breeze a lie.
The Summer stillness awaits
the mustard of my August!
Dead Summer: I hear
August barking softly now,
its month-long nap soon!
Marching from Tampa
cotton dumplings promise rain
if East SeaBreeze comes
In the meantime, martial clouds
beat the tube for show-n-tell!
I smell of summer
sweaty work with seven shadebreaks
and sunmade iced tea
My micro-climate
is fifteen degrees below
two century oaks
Soft green June oven
yields soon to Summer’s full
broil and steaming floods!
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