Summer is a difficult season for poetry, in my experience. I write just scanty notes, scribble them here and there, because I hate to see the computer and there’s no time to sit at it for hours. So, in September, I suddenly remember those notes existed and start sorting.
Here is a haiku that I obviously wrote in mid-August.
When you are trying
To catch yout own breathing
and arrest your heartbeat.
(c) 2014 MK