Summer haiku

Finally we are having some glorious, hot sunny weather, without a cloud in the sky, an unheard-of heatwave, and brown lawns! We in England all welcome the fine weather and hope it stays till we fly to the States!

A few days ago, Dad and I were sitting at our table under the umbrella in the back garden, writing and reading. Dad was reading the London Review of Books and I was writing a fairytale called ‘The Blue Rose’. We had our notebook out, mainly used for shopping lists, and Dad decided to capture the summer glory with a haiku. Here is our haiku exchange for July 2013; maybe we’ll do more. Dad writes first, then I do, back and forth.

Dad:

White philadelphus
Apricot rose, pink foxglove
Mum in mint-green pants

Isobel:

Towering foxgloves
Swaying in the sultry breeze
Birdsong in the air

Dad:

A hush in the breeze
Pigeon sits, unflappable
Nightgown on the line

Isobel:

Canterbury Bells
Like spectacular trumpets
Peachy roses sway

Dad:

Alium flower
Buckyball world out of joint
Geodesic doom

Isobel:

Shade kisses sunlight
Daddy’s watch ticks time away
Ticks summer away

Dad:

A starling’s scolding
A lawn-mower is grumbling
A girl is writing

Isobel:

Bees drinking pollen
Dad reading the newspaper
The sun is setting

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