The consonance of the s-letter makes me hear a swish of someone's clothing as they throw a coin, and are now perhaps circling the fountain, or sat down on its lip, and their outfit is rustling as they lean ever forward to track its downward trajectory into a summer drowsy torpor below the surface.
October 5th, 2021 at 8:48 am
Lovely…
October 5th, 2021 at 10:23 am
Love this!
October 6th, 2021 at 11:04 am
Inevitable and yet we wish summer could linger… your haiku captures it all, very nice!
October 6th, 2021 at 3:21 pm
the slow sinking
of the wishing coin
summer’s end
—Marjorie Buettner
The consonance of the s-letter makes me hear a swish of someone's clothing as they throw a coin, and are now perhaps circling the fountain, or sat down on its lip, and their outfit is rustling as they lean ever forward to track its downward trajectory into a summer drowsy torpor below the surface.
Alan