Haiku for August 2022
There is a cycle within the cycle of seasons
The full force of the season envelops us. At mid-day, there is an eerie silence as the heat waves shimmer over roads and fields. Only the buzzards seem content, riding the rising air into the sky.
As the sun begins its decent, the pulse of the world quickens. Small creatures emerge from cooling shadows. Birds call and insects buzz. Perhaps the air stirs a little.
There is a distant rumble of thunder. All sense the approaching change in the weather. It is the daily…