wisteria petals

My fourth (and final) week of being a Daily Haiku Cycle 13 contributor begins today. Please follow along!

August 26

wisteria petals
our voices adrift
on the breeze

I wrote this at the beginning of summer, when we celebrated the end of the school year by sitting out under our friends’ pergola and eating pizza. The evening was marked by much talk and laughter,  while wisteria petals dropped onto our pizza. Yesterday, we commemorated the end of summer with these same friends, by hosting a barbeque on our deck, and sharing more talk and laughter.

salty breeze

August 25 NaHaiWriMo- the prompt is “summertime childhood memory”, provided by  me! My haiku:

salty breeze
inhaling the scent
of Coppertone and fries

When I think about childhood summers, the first thing that comes to mind is the beach. We had many nice beaches where we lived: Short Beach, Long Beach, Little Africa, and Sunken Meadow are the ones that most readily come to mind. We would tan ourselves, swim, body surf, tan, eat, and tan some more! Those were the days. I’m sure knowing then what we know now, we might not have been so enthusiastic about baking ourselves in the sun every summer. But this is now, that was then…

More beach ku:

new swim suit
my tan lines
keep shifting

the long stretch of sand
between beach blanket and sea
scorching heat

on the beach
my worries ebb away
with the tide