Summer weathered Writing

2 creative works found

• Not Yet.
  by Jayca

  The breeze says, “Summer” / as it sneaks into my room; / but the trees say, “No.”

  A classic haiku. / The first line came to me on a beautiful, warm spring day as the breeze fluttered through my open window. I wanted to make it into a poem, but I couldn’t get past the third line. / Then I read a story (required reading for my American Lit class, lol) where the main character’s mother wrote haiku for a Japanese-American newspaper. And I remembered: haikus are only 3 lines, and were 5, 7, 5. I counted the syllables in the lines I had. It was perfect. I usually prefer to write unorthodox things in an orthodox fashion, but this one fits into the category of “haiku” perfectly. The syllables are all correct, and it’s about weather. lol

• Never in my wildest dreams
  by Stewart Lloyd-Jones

  The rain struck the window in countless miniature explosions before running down the glass in large runnels.