The summer is the best time to fall in love. Endless days with long, languid afternoons in the sun. The very definition of being young is to waste time as if it will last forever. Now I am old, but not too old to remember.
sunburn
the tingle of salt water
on my skin
I am outdoors in the cool of the early morning, sipping tea and inhaling the breath that the trees have just exhaled. Today will be humid like the day I met him.
dew covers
my favorite bench
morning kiss
Failed Haiku A Journal of English Senryu
July 2019
wabi sabi ~~~ poems and images 