At dVerse Frank is hosting Haibun (prose plus haiku) with an invitation to write about summer.
“Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.” Sam Keen
Summer From my youngest days this has always been a time when the earth catches fire, when my skin burns and I can feel the strength of the air around me pushing down as it falls to the ground. My breathing is heavier , though I move from shade to shade I cannot escape the heat of this day. Even the cicada chorale chant at the sun is to no avail, the light blindsides me bouncing off every surface, dazzling, relentless. It feels like a furnace, the garden bows after noon, the bitumen is melting, my shirt is dark down the middle of my back. But this is no time for whingeing, this is the time to pack away the winter blues, open the windows, throw off my layers, sit out at night watching the stars, light the BBQ and party like there's no tomorrow. The sun is rising house is already on fire but there is no smoke Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®