On the hydrangeas

the weight of the morning sun

the evening sun


Cicadas Song

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


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.