dog days of summer
light that strays then reappears
one last surrender
i would be hard pressed to tell you where summer has gone.
long languid days now slip through
looking up at sunset,
as nightfall sips at the remnants of day.
suddenly it's friday and all the haiku hearts
are chasing the light.
like the last blooms of summer
savor each offering
and leave a sweet taste of pollen in your wake.
is all about being together
and speaking from the heart.