my native town
far, far away–
burgeoning trees
Santoka Taneda
my native town
smaller than I remember
fading memories
far, far away
summer lasts forever
drenched in peach juice
burgeoning trees
gentle breeze rustles petals
scenting my dreams
Kim M. Russell, 3rd June 2019
My response to Carpe Diem #1673 Troiku Month (2) my native town
In the second episode of June, during which we are experimenting with Troiku, we have a haiku by a free-style haiku poet, Santoka Taneda, from which to create Troiku.
writing in north norfolk 
lovely! loved the idea of summer being drenched in peach juice – so evocative and layered – conjures superb images 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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Again, sweet imagery and feelings. (@—>—)
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Thanks Dorna! 🙂
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“Summer lasts forever/drenched in peach juice”. That is a great image.
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Thank you, Joseph.
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A very inspired troiku ! I like especially the first three lines and the painting, of course.
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Than k you, Virginia. 🙂
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I remember watermelon. We always had watermelon in summer. Also, honeysuckle.
I often have bad memories of childhood. Your poem reminded me of the good parts.
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I prefer the good bits too.
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love this
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Thank you, Maureen.
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“scenting my dreams” works very well, like coming back around to “fading memories.”
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Thank you, Ken.
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