Summer is acting like a child. One day she is full-faced and laughing. The next she hides under the covers of the clouds and on go the sweaters. I still keep the long sleeves at reach. Each year seems the same. We cherish the warm sun when we can, but why is my favorite always the season short-lived? Strawberry shortcake is on my mind, and the blueberries are to follow. No matter her mood, she always delivers.
Heavy taste buds bow
To sun’s lighter fresh bounty
Time of bright color
dVersepoetspub.com. It is haibun Monday. Today we are to be unconventional and bend the rules a little. I don’t know if I really pulled this off, but the haiku I tried to exclude the traditional 4 seasons for a different type of season.