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Sunday, June 5, 2016

Haiku X Seven

Dry season is here
There’s smoke on the horizon
We must mend the roof

Still snow on the peaks
Summer thirsts for its melting
Let’s clean the windows

The Navels are eaten
Valencia’s not yet ripe
What of the apples?

Red flowers open
Pomegranates in waiting
I must make sun tea

Pink roses whisper
Bougainvillas scream color
Pastels still enchant

Spring’s flowers soon fade
Summer blooms remain hidden
Seedlings need water

Epi’s bloom briefly
Cactus flowers much the same
I must call my Friends

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