At last fair summer soon arrives, just in time to resuscitate my sense of humor. The winter rains still stubbornly linger. But soon the sky will remain sunny and clear, as will my lifting mood, stirring summer dreams in the golden warmth. I celebrate this season of plenty.
The seeds push sprouts through the rich warm earth, as nature cycles to this time of birth. New buds pop forth through ready limbs. Mountain streams run fast and clear as nature’s curtain lifts on this magical time of year — as the veil lifts on my sweet recall.
Bird songs will echo through the greening trees to serenade my reverie. The heady fragrance of summer will carry on the gentle breeze, as the bold hues and rich sounds of this beautiful boisterous season fill my soul to bursting! Rockin’ my Adirondack — joyous is my heartsong!
turns in golden summer sun
red bird softly sings
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rob kistner © 2022
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Yeah, we’re still waiting here in Vermont, Rob, but sooooon…
We have been rotating between almost summer Ron, and spring rain — but soooon!
A gentle testament to optimism, a lovely meander up to dummer days…
Thank you so much Ain! I hope you are bring safe and gentle with yourself my ftiend.
Ah … summer in the Pacific Northwest! You describe it well. (I am second from top. My Aunt Helen at the top of course! She could do anything and was my favorite relative.)
Thank you Helen. So I assume you were named after your indomitable Aunt Helen? 🙂
Of course.
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Vibrant imagery. Here’s to summer casting it’s golden light on all our lives.
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Vibrant imagery. Here’s to summer casting its golden light on all our lives.
Thsnk you K! 🙂
“as the veil lifts on my sweet recall.”
Summer memories of a time past — sweet!
Wonderful haiku. We’re getting those colours here, but in the autumn leaves and winter blue sky. Nice to be reminded summer will come back. 🙂
It will return Kate, I promise… 😉
Rob, I could feel the warmth of the sun radiating from your prose. This was so lovely: “Mountain streams run fast and clear as nature’s curtain lifts on this magical time of year — as the veil lifts on my sweet recall…”
Thank you Colleen! 🙂
Such a beautiful, gentle write, Rob. Summer must be beautiful there.
Thank you Punam!