Faces of Europe
Meet on streets of Strasbourg, France
Summer’s heat shines down
Naked man cools off
Nations fly their flags proudly
Cathedral draws crowds
Streets of Strasbourg (Haiku)
Summer Heat
Finding Lunch
Last week the heat of summer went down to the low eighties, so I decided to dabble in my painting again for a change. I paint in my garage, so I don’t get much done in the middle of the summer. I decided to paint a Blue Heron wading in the shallows looking for food.
Blue Heron wades through marsh
Eyeing green frogs’ slight movements
Crawdads hide in muck
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Blue Heron Painting: Dwight L. Roth
How is Your Day
I saw this cute little guy sitting on my bird feeder a couple of weeks ago. He’s a young one with only half his molting feathers. Rather scruffy and hot it seems. Then again, I think we would all look a bit scruffy in this extreme summer heat!
Little Wren panting
Think you are having a bad day
It’s 98 F
Bees and Butterflies
Bees and butterflies visit my flowers as summer heat soars into the mid 90 F. As they float and flit from flower to flower, I amazed that nectar from a flower can provide enough food to create such beautiful creatures.
Natural beauty shines
Thriving on minuscule drops
Lightness of being
iPhone Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Hot, Hot, Hot
Temperatures to day were in the mid 90 F here in North Carolina. You know it is hot when the squirrel is stretched out on my chair in the shade and I am sitting inside with the AC running!
Midsummer heat wave
Squirrel and I try to keep cool
No showers in sight
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Summer Memories
Our first trip to Nags Head
North Carolina’s outer banks…
Camped in the dunes at Duck.
Two excited little boys
climbed the dunes
chased receding waves
created castles in the sand
collected sea shells
and sun rays in July’s heat.
Faces flushed // slept soundly.
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Mish asked us to used the word flush as our prompt. I decided to leave the tempting current toilet paper shortage behind, and write about a beautiful memory from forty years back. This is Quadrille Monday so our poems must be exactly forty-four words.
Join us at: https://dversepoets.com
Dollar Cone
Down the country road from where I live is a little Ice Cream Shop called the Dollar Cone. Julie and her family have been serving up ice cream and milk shakes for many years. Not too many places sell you a cone for a dollar. I believe, due to inflation, she is going to raise the price to a dollar and a half next year. All the little kids like the homemade cookies and free sprinkles. As the summer season ends, the colorful Dollar Cone truck will have to be put to rest till next year. I guess I better hurry over and get one more fix before she closes.
Ice Cream truck sits still
Summer heat // ice cream tastes great
We love this cool treat
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Snakes on a Log
Snakes sunning on log
Enjoy summer’s heat // and frogs
Fresh out of pea soup
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Photo Dwight L. Roth
With the onset of summer heat before spring is over, Frank Tassone asked us to write a Haikai poem eluding to summer heat. These snakes sunning themselves reminds me that there are some who love summer time heat!
Summer
Summer Solstice here
Sleep less // enjoy more daylight
Long hot days await
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
This week we once again reach the longest day of the year for the Northern Hemisphere. Frank Tassone asked us to write a Haikia poem eluding to the solstice for the hemisphere we live in. I chose a haiku !
#Haikai Challenge #38 (6/17/18): Solstice (Geshi) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
Morning Beckons
Morning Bursts Forth
Morning bursts forth in all its radiant glory
Peering into the dark sheltered woods
Highlighting the trees dancing on flowers
The stepping stones draw me to the trees
To the mysterious woods sheltering the creek
Turning to mush in summer’s heat
Frogs buried in the mud keep cool
Sending out their sharp croaks
Calling for someone to hear
Morning breezes soon shift
to a sauna of heat and humidity
But for now the glorious morning rests
on the yellow buttercups
Red salvia bathes in the sunlight
Reaching toward the heavens
Calling me to come join them
In the exhilaration of the beckoning day
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
