.

washed and wrung dry

hung on the washing line -discoloured

--sunset, after the rain

.

petals unfolding
even under a summer storm
flowers bloom
what have you done to my heart,
closed even to the bright sun?

.
sun and raindrop,
after the storm, lie quietly
--on the the same leaf
.

.
after the storms
unfolding from a green leaf
the scent of rain

.

.
Tonight the Thames
carves a translucent jade bowl
out of the July rose moon

.
morning heat
last night's thunder
an unkept promise
.

.
midsummer night

lingering in the rose garden

--scented memories
.

June afternoon, sitting by the canal in London's Little Venice, discovering this city that re-invents itself more often than there is time to learn it. I promise myself to take a boat trip soon, down these deceptively quiet waterways --who know what mysteries they hold. But for now, I am content to ponder the relationship between the ripples, willows and fowl life. While I eat a hurried lunch, Japanese tourists struggle tongue-twisted, to find their way --photographing every step of the route to their destination.

By the canal
sharing a summer lunch,
the ducks and I

The strolling tourists
wool-wrapped for the occasion
-- midsummer in England

**this a first ever attempt at a haibun, before I know what is exactly a haibun, and what is its essence and rules, critique welcome.
.

a tiny spider
crawling back and forth
weaving --another day

(this is re-worked haiku, following Nora's critique of an earlier one, I feel it works better now)

Bright June sky,

shadows anticipate the night,

-the elusive moon

.
Waking up

to the crackle of dawn,

the rising sun
.

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A glimpse of the moon,

well hidden --in the brighteness

of a June sky

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