summer, you are the season of length: long days, long shadows, long-loved memories torn away from us by winter's strength, frozen: you stir them with evening's breeze, warm, sweetly scented with crème de menthe, a perfect companion to heart's ease. watching shooting stars, i count the tenth, forget old wishes by small degrees.
(And yes, if you're out well away from light pollution, you can indeed see ten shooting stars in a night. :) I highly recommend it if you can get away.)
[Not an entry; I'm neither eligible nor is this a haiku.]
Date: 2012-06-18 08:02 am (UTC)summer, you are the season of length:
long days, long shadows, long-loved memories
torn away from us by winter's strength,
frozen: you stir them with evening's breeze,
warm, sweetly scented with crème de menthe,
a perfect companion to heart's ease.
watching shooting stars, i count the tenth,
forget old wishes by small degrees.
(And yes, if you're out well away from light pollution, you can indeed see ten shooting stars in a night. :) I highly recommend it if you can get away.)