Lemonade In August
This late summer month, when the wind seldom gusts and the heat clings to the skin with an air of resignation, the knowledge that its persistence will not last, this month was your favorite. In your retirement you spent more time outdoors than in, as you gardened, tended to your animals, and prepared for the coming change in weather. Shirtless while mowing your acres of lawn or relaxing with a game of horseshoes, you wore that warm sun like it was your own. You were born to this month, and I always did see it as yours. You are always on my mind, but most especially in this month.
lemonade
beneath a hot sun
the still air
This haibun is my response to Haibun Monday 8-2-21: August,
the prompt from Frank Tassone at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.
Image source: PNGITEM
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So beautiful, Ken.
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🙂 Thank you, Lucy.
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Wonderful, especially this,
you wore that warm sun like it was your own☮️
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Yes, I liked that too Ali…. nice work Ken🙂
Pat
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Thanks, Pat. To me, it’s something that a simple prompt can let me see something in a way I hadn’t considered before.
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Thank you, Ali. With all his sun exposure, my father would tan, then burn, then tan again like it was nothing. He seemed made for it.
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Very nice Haibun Ken…. When I was young I never gave being out in the sun a thought! Tanned was the August look for sure!
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Thanks, Dwight. The same here, but I paid the price in later years.
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So far so good for me!
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A wonderful and touching tribute
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Thank you.
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I bet your dad would have such a smile on his face to read this.
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😀 Thank you, Lisa.
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You are very welcome.
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Lovely expression of your memories.
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Thank you.
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Lovely, powerful recollection, Ken. Thanks for the share.
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Thank you, Ron.
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This is lovely. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
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Thank you.
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A heartfelt tribute, indeed, Ken! I particularly enjoyed these lines: “…the heat clings to the skin with an air of resignation.” and “…you wore that warm sun like it was your own.”
Bravo!
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Thank you, Frank, and thanks for the prompt.
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Summer – autumn idyll – not unlike here.
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Waiting for the change.
Thank you, Paul.
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And – the yang here, winter is in its death throes.
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Wearing the warm sun–that’s a wonderful image. (K)
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Thanks, Kerfe. I do like to picture those moments.
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This is a touching tribute to someone you loved very much. Thank you for sharing your memories.
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And thank you for sharing with me, Beverly.
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A lovely image of your father wearing the sun. So evocative and touching, Ken.
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Thank you, Merril.
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You’re welcome.
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #6: Ken Gierke’s latest #haibun for #dVersePoets #HaibunMonday!
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Thanks for sharing, Frank.
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