On the hydrangeas

the weight of the morning sun

the evening sun


---Otsuyu


Cicadas Song

cicadas sing their song of love
deep in august heat
now are still
those that wait
lie buried deep

2 comments:

Gemma said...

This is a fascinating tanka. Makes me think of love in general, and of summer.

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Yes I love the idea of summer but in really, summer in New York is HHH
Thanks for read my Haiku.

Melanie