Summer Haiku

A few haiku from memories of Virginia summers, perhaps from a growing up day, moving from morning to night:

Flapping gently by -
Push breezes soft as butter
Flies across the lawn.

Cicadas chirping
Loudly in trees’ leafy boughs -
Constant summer song.

Sweet pink lemonade
Sipped from beaded tall glasses -
Tinkling ice cold drink.

Grass freshly mowed short
Reflects the red’ning sunset
In long yellow swaths.

Bats chase tossed balls down
In the dark’ning dusky day
Darting to and fro. **

Fireflies wink and
Fade, blinking their amber butts
In hopes of a date.

Orion flashes
His star-jeweled belt and sun-shield -
Guarding the night sky.

** A note is needed for this one. An old tree in a neighbor’s yard held a colony of bats, and as night fell they would emerge to chase insects. My brother and I thought it great fun to toss baseballs up in the sky and watch the poor, no doubt confused, animals dive towards the balls perhaps thinking them a fat, slow, tasty morsel. Shrug. I suppose we were easily amused as we didn’t watch tv and tablet computers had yet to be invented.