When yarrow reaches confidently for the sky.
When peony has blown and long since scattered
Flamboyant petals into overdressed borders.
Think of me.
When the edges of the lawn are brown
Longing for rain.
When abutilon is showing off
Fabulous peach and red lanterns hanging
Stilled, waiting like a new lover at nightfall.
Think of when I laughed and lines sprinkled
The corner of my eyes, how changing fragments
Of a day were chronicled in words
That never seemed quite right.
"This time of year" - Haikishoo