The alchemy of our evenings under lamplight,
bottled lightning under the watchful eye of the thrush,
cease to happen with the onslaught
of Summer (natsu) and the boiling
heat that accompanies. Our gathered
around a fire, where we suspend
over hungry flames a subliming
mallow – solid to solid, yet transformed – cease.
It is too much to suppose s’mores happen
in the season when humans melt.
Green lizard –
are you ready to occupy
our porch for the summer?
It’s Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets Pub. Björn is serving up recipes from the Bartender’s Guide, and challenging all comers to offer up recipes of their own… seasonal recipes, to be exact.