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