summer stained romance
hot sex in bowls of pollen
one flower all gold
***
one last dusting of romance
as the languid arms of summer
folds all her golden memories
into seed.
welcome home dear lovers of small words
let's join the last hurrah of summer and
haiku each others
hearts.
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The Summer winding down... I too had that idea in mind writing my haiku! Thanks again for making my Friday a happy day on which I feel extra loved from all of you!
Posted by: Marit | September 14, 2012 at 03:27 AM
Oooo...this sizzles & tingles... Lusciously wonderful, Rebecca! :o) Happy Days ((HUGS))
Posted by: Tracy | September 14, 2012 at 03:40 AM
My seed has flowered one more year in your garden haiku............:~)XXX
Posted by: Sue Fox | September 14, 2012 at 04:00 AM
Simply breathtaking!!! And the words so very descriptive! Wishing you a grand weekend!! Cathy
Posted by: Cathy | September 14, 2012 at 04:13 AM
Dusting of romance...or pollen? :)
Posted by: Magical Mystical Teacher | September 14, 2012 at 04:22 AM
exquisite...I can taste the sweet golden honey forthcoming dear Rebecca!
Posted by: Laura Hegfield | September 14, 2012 at 05:07 AM
Turned me on with that lusty last blast of summer. Loved every word, and the photos were perfect. You must have trained bees in your yard to get them to stand still during the photography session.
Much Peace
Posted by: spadoman | September 14, 2012 at 05:34 AM
Which do I crave more...your photos?
your poetry?
Or the way you weave them together?
I feel like I've just been kissed♥
Posted by: priti.lisa | September 14, 2012 at 05:46 AM
I love the thought of the honeybees having hot sex all summer! And the...languid arms of summer...is so beautifully written...so true. I'm blown away today...mmmmmmmm!
Posted by: Dawn Elliott | September 14, 2012 at 06:31 AM
Bees have hot sex? Maybe that's where 'hot wax' comes from! gorgeous write
Posted by: joannemo@comcast.net | September 14, 2012 at 06:49 AM
Your art work is divine ~ Wow! ~ not a fan of 'flowers' but love your artwork ~ thanks for hosting ~ (A Creative Harbor)
Posted by: Carol | September 14, 2012 at 06:57 AM
you, my dear Rebecca, cause me to go weak in the knees. ~I am dripping with desire!~
Posted by: deb taylor | September 14, 2012 at 07:03 AM
Now that is passionate nature.
Posted by: Anthony North | September 14, 2012 at 07:07 AM
Omigosh! Hot sex in bowls of pollen. I'll never look at my neighbor's sunflower filled yard in the same way ever again. LOL
Posted by: annie | September 14, 2012 at 09:32 AM
Lovely poem for the end of sultry summer.
Posted by: Rachel@Geekunorthodox | September 14, 2012 at 09:49 AM
Gardens are quiet hot sex and therefore hotter
Posted by: HaikuWater | September 14, 2012 at 02:14 PM
To step into this lush, juice filled passion of embracing the last of summer's arms... I say yes, yes, yes to it all...
Posted by: Lea | September 14, 2012 at 02:24 PM
that photo is just like sunshine is my heart.
Posted by: Ana | September 15, 2012 at 09:09 AM