December 7: July in December

stepping in
stepping out
raspberry brambles

 

the buzz
of cicadas
don’t stop now

 

mint
weeding out all
the sweet things

 

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It’s so cold here, so very, very cold and snowy. I lay in bed half-awake the other morning composing haiku about summer in my head. And to my amazement, I actually remembered them when I woke completely.