Monday, August 30, 2021
I should have figured that my dad would have an excellent haiku about the colors of summer-- above is a picture of his (literal) palette, taken last time I was there. Here is his poem:
Yellow corn blue sky
burnt umber grass red sunburn
my summer colors.
burnt umber grass red sunburn
my summer colors.
Christine is thinking about her garden:
As summer passes
My gardens palette shifts
To yellow and gold.
My gardens palette shifts
To yellow and gold.
And IPLawGuy is thinking about his beer:
Sitting in the heat
Drinking a cold beer, talking
and laughing with friends.
Drinking a cold beer, talking
and laughing with friends.
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