Makyo

Seven flies circle,
Trimmers chatter down the block:
The hum of summer.

I listen, silent, waiting,
Breathing in sun and out shade.

Dwale

Scent of cinnamon
Light slips over the mountain
Cirrus clouds blushing.

Mog

Warm wind from the west
Sunlight pours across the plains
Cicadas singing

Four-hundred miles from home
This western land not my own

Makyo

Fig leaves like fingers
paw feebly through still hot air
and come up with naught.

Too early for fruit to droop,
we must wait past midsummer.

Dwale

Blackbird headed south
Down to the hawks and kudzu
Six months 'til winter

CM Averin

Redbud and dogwood
feathers bursting from leaf-wait
in the deep of here

underneath cut mountaintops
up and down flooded culverts

Tarith Averin

A light sighing sound,
Wind slipping through leaf and wing,
The heat's brief respite.

Rayah

A storm is coming
My ears perk at the crashing
It is almost here

The end of a season near
Fresh rain pours from the heavens