Summer is here

Laburnum blossoms
fall, gay yellow turns hush green.
Springs yields to summer.
- me

Some lush green lanes turn
yellow saffron with amaltas
and gulmohur.
- Max

The hiss of water
meeting sunbaked concrete.
Summer is here.
- Alaka

However old, a
blooming tree is always young.
Flowers make magic.
- me

Capture the angelic
glow on the plain face of
a pregnant woman?
- Max

Not a leaf stirs.
The breeze sleeps at dawn.
Summer is here.
- Alaka

White flowers shine
as the veil of night lifts gently.
Dawn erupts with joy.
- me

Joy erupts with dawn.
Nothing else can turn me on
like its eerie glow.
- Max

The gasping bird flies
hither and thither for drops of life.
Summer is here.
- Alaka

No breeze stirs at all.
Leaves lie asleep, I panic with
sweat. Thank you, summer.
- Max

Barren cliffs painted
gold in the morning's new light.
Sunbeams gladden all.
- me

Dripping bodies,
lassitude, power cuts.
Summer is here.
- Alaka

The grieving father
lights his son's pyre, sunbeams
lightening the gloom.
- Max

Ugly brown pods
replace red gulmohur flowers.
Summer: time to fruit.
- me

The laburnum showers
golden notes of raag Saarang.
Summer is here.
- Alaka

One laburnum still
blooms while others have set seed.
Spring's a state of mind.
- me

Some plants wither
before flowering. Death also is
a state of mind.
- Max

The tamhan decked in
purple mauve cools the
red of gulmohur.
- Alaka

Laburnum flowers
crushed underfoot or wheels, smile
immortal in death.
- Max

Summer nights revive
evaporated poems,
but day dawns again.
- me