Happy Poetry Friday!
As the end of August draws near, I'm sharing a haiku that I wrote a few years back. I remember walking a particular path the year I wrote this and noticing, as I always do in August, the intensity of grasshopperly activity.
I hope that as your summer draws to a close, the subtle sense of shifting seasons brings you joy, surprise, or delight.
by Karen Edmisten
August, morning walk.
The grasshoppers' pole vaulting,
a season shifting.
The Poetry Friday round-up is being hosted by Linda at TeacherDance.