Time teases; while summer shrinks, we leap into each new day. _m

birds watch
as winds rake the grass
crickets shrug 

__ This, an edit of an instant's Cinquain comment I left at Gillena's nifty blog, Lunch Break, as listed in my blog list. Yes, hear is hear as we may hear... the hammering waves;  the sands return. _m

The seas
grind stone to sand
with years of hammered waves
then move its toil from hear, to there,
to here.  

__ The echo's return... undecided.

from this cave
as water drips in time
more echoes

__ Truth is seen in the change of form; silence speaks, and it may be time.

tiger lilies 
as life steps forward
midyear pace