summer has arrived
chicory is blooming
bright blue roadside stars
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2019
Summer is well and truly here when the chicory and Queen Anne's Lace bloom. Besides which, we have heard the first crickets, seen the first fireflies, and eaten the first pesto.
We Poetry Friday peeps also know summer is here when the call goes out for Poetry Friday Roundup Hosts for July - December! Choose your date...they go quickly!
Michelle Kogan has the roundup today.
Lovely, blooming haiku Mary Lee. I've picked this flower, painted it, and may have written about it, but didn't know it was chicory–thanks for this connection. I continue to be amazed by the summer flowers that are out with all the cold weather we've had, perhaps if I eat some pesto it will help the temps to rise…
ReplyDeleteYou miss Colorado sky, and I miss the chicory all along the roadways I see back east. This is lovely, Mary Lee!
ReplyDeleteI have potato flowers instead of chicory and we have the first onions bolting (!) but it's almost exactly the same. ☺
ReplyDeleteLovely poem!! Have never seen chicory in person. Happy Summer. :)
ReplyDeleteI love chicory! Lovely haiku...
ReplyDeleteSuch bright blue buttons these are - appreciations!
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you also for the exquisite poem "Constellations" of subtle delightful whispers of Summer.
I think I will be more organized again to host PF in the 1st half of 2020, but am not up to speed for that, yet. I hope you will have a lot of takers... it is such an honor to Host. And many many applauses for your rounding up the next group of Friday patrols.
We do not have chicory here. It's beautiful. Other signs of summer have arrived, cicadas and heat!
ReplyDeleteThose "bright blue roadside stars" are so lovely. Our yard is fairly wild around the edges, with masses of wild roses, so for me, I know summer is here when the days are drenched in the sweet smell of roses blooming.
ReplyDeleteThe toughness of chicory comes to mind when I read this. Remember trying to pick the pretty flower....only to meet with how strong that stem is? Chicory flowers are a part of my childhood. You brought me memories with this poem. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThat's so lovely!
ReplyDeleteLovely welcome to summer! I haven't heard crickets yet, but that may be because the bull frog drowns them out. Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteI've always loved that chicory thrives by the side of roads to bring us good cheer. Such a lovely shade of purpley blue, isn't it. Cheers! -- Christie @ https://wonderingandwondering.wordpress.com/
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