For dverse.
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This spring of unstable weather, of political uncertainty, of loss of loved friends, coming storms and an unpredictable summer, we watch the sky with concern, our neighbours with consternation. Sun, that coaxes the growing things, sears and burns, rides to its zenith, and we wait with bated breath for the signs, a conquering king triumphant or a parent spreading joy with golden hands.
In ditch-cool grass grows
lush world where frogs laugh at storms
their distant rumble.
It is solar maximum season this year. They confirmed that a month or two ago. It should cool down a little next year. I have been having problems with wild grass growing in my flower pots. Your haiku came a day after I uprooted the last one so far. š
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I can cope with wild grass. Not with wild politicians.
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a time of heightened uncertainty
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Very much so.
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You captured the present perfectly–watching neighbors, watching the sun, friends dying. . .I do like the image of frogs laughing. xx
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In the European Elections a week ago last Sunday, almost 40% of the votes here went to the far right. The turn out was only 50% but it still means that an awful lot of the people I pass will have voted for a party that is morally bankrupt.
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Yes, I know, and I get it.
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So much is happening when light comes back (not all of them good)… maybe it is just all that energy we have to abosorb (like the grass)
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I wish the grass would absorb some of our so-called politicians…
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I like how you connected the weather with the political! So smoothly done. I read this piece several times.
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Thank you! It’s hard not to feel some kind of foreboding in the air.
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Very nicely done, Jane. It is really getting summer hot here. 96 F on the weekend coming up.
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That is hot! Highest we’ve had so far is 88Ā°F but more often than not it’s been cool and damp and always stormy.
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And High Humidity, I presume!
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Probably. The weather people don’t bother worrying us with humidity. They can’t keep up with the yo-yo of temperatures/rain and storms š
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Ha ha…Maybe it’s because you have high humidity all the time!
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You might be right. I have absolutely no idea.
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The unpredictability of everything is tangible in your midsummer haibun, Jane. Are the frogs laughing at storms and their distant rumble literal or otherwise?
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Anyone laughing at the immediate future is very uninformed. Like frogs, I suppose š
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An evocative witness to a tumultuous season surrounding this Solstice. Brava, Jane!
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Thank you, Frank. This has been a momentous season.
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We should take a lesson from that laughing frog.
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Just doing what a frog has to do.
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Unpredictable, that sun and its mood, the world and its mood.
But the frogs are always joyful. (K)
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The frogs just get on with things. Those ponds will dry up when the summer gets fierce, so they sing while they can.
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The contrast with the soft grass is most pertinent..
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Thank you xx
I used to be able to read your blog but not leave a comment. Now there’s a barrier of pop-ups so I can’t read either. Sorry about that!
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