Monthly Archives: August 2020

Cicadas singing In a distance sounds tranquil It’s a mystery

Curled fallen leaf alone Waiting for the wind to blow Wherever it takes

Not seen nowadays. Large groups of sparrows swarming. A lone sparrow flew.

Well-cut roadside bush Beauty contest with short-cuts Summer nears an end

Sudden rain while walking Hurry up, roadside trees shout Leaves beaten and drenched, too

Wondered as a child. Where does the summer’s sky end? The question remains.

Butterfly or moth? Like a tiny falling leaf, Flew from the pavement.

No cicadas heard. Cities are no place to dwell? Noisy but miss them.

Summer came calmly Slowly raising temperature Attacking all things

Leaves dance with the wind They can’t walk to move around Such is their life given