Summer Tanka Poems

PAPER BOATS

PAPER BOATS 
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paper boats float by,
drifting on a summer breeze—
clouds above me dance,
sails of white against the blue,
who sends them racing with me?

Autumn's Reprieve

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Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall

it's half past summer
and the best is yet to come...
warm temps...then cooler
in August through September
the harvest beckons and stirs

Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall

seasonal clock-work
has early and late comers
wintering cold days
in summer, hot days in spring
inserting as breaks and spells

Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall

the peak passes by,
warm sun lowers its angle,
long shadows appear,
coolness creeps into the night,
as strong sense of change begins.

Summer Reflections

through my long-stemmed glass
red & white stripes, blue with stars
merlot reflection
muted-purple silhouette
prolonged sips, flag pole on porch

Romantic Love

refresh and fresh fruits
summer breeze after sunset
lovers summer nights
bright neat so blue stars up there
overhearty love is here

Juneberries

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                    Juneberries

sweetish

Juneberry

High Fives for June 6-10-25
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Juneberry

garden chameleon
green leaves turn red then purple
nicknamed sugarplum
berries of blue in clusters
hedgehogs feast on summer treats

Summer Sunset's Tints Of Pink And Blue

This evening's sunset
Paints sky into pink and blue
As the summer's warmth
Surrounds this body you love
As I am thinking of you.

Shattered

Chaos color blast
blue sun is traveling fast
past a blood red moon.
Creatures scurry for cover
on the dark side of summer.

Red tailed comets streak
Paisley colors growing weak,
Midst

a summer storm

a summer storm
dazzles with a splash 
of inspiration
a pluviophile’s
sudden epiphany

TANKA show tell COLLECTION

without-
the waning sun
warms my face
shalom cloaks
the wells within


with a tremor of light-
daybreak tinges
the nigrescent sky grey-
the horizon appears
distinct in my mind's eye

on the wind
a bell

fierce sun

fierce sun 
evaporates my thoughts 
breeze 
flips my umbrella 
redirects my mind

- The Last Summer Month -