I
Summer storm
Green drops of mangoes
Children rush
II
First summer full moon
Spreads waves of love all around
The Buddha wakes up
III
Silent birds of noon
Seek fig leaves to rest under
I dream of monsoon
*It is believed that Gautama Buddha was born on the day of first summer full moon
Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights – Summer sets upon earth’s bosom bare – [9] @ A Dash Of Sunny
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Also to be shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
I like how you carried imagery that pertains to water from haiku to haiku. It also flowed prettily from day to night and from mortal to divine and back to earthly considerations.
Sigh.. ❤ ❤ oh Sumana this is absolutely stunning.. both in words and image 😀 especially adore "Silent birds of noon, seek fig leaves to rest under, I dream of monsoon." Beautifully rendered. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤ ❤
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Life giving water the true essence of our being. Sadly these days few respect the essential things in life.
This is a beautiful poem Sumana.
Just delightful Sumana…
One of the best things about summer can be the downpours which drench the heat and soothe – perhaps that is like the welcome arrival of a divine being – or sense of well being?
These are so wonderful. I especially love “Buddha wakes up”, and did not know that about his birth date. Loved these, Sumana.
Love this trio, Sumana. I can’t imagine summer without mangoes and full moons, without play of body and spirit, without the birth of something (or someone) wonderfully magical.
Simply lovely. I want to visit India even more now!
Interesting to learn that Gautama Buddha was born on the first day of the full moon…..and it is good to think of the day as one when waves of love abound!
Beautiful haiku, filled with lovely images of summer,,,
Both lovely and illuminating.
You just brought forth summer memories to me in short crisp words falling befittingly one beneath the other!
Mangoes are the ultimate symbol of summer for me… the first mango of the season is always delightful, even if it is still sour 🙂
Simply the thought of mangoes is a delight. So different from our strawberry world.
Oh I envy your summer, dreaming of a monsoon I am dreaming of mangoes.
soulfully written and spiritually uplifting. gracias
Oh I adore your soulful ‘Indian Summer’…especially the mangoes.
lovely haiku! the first one brings back memories of childhood, and the third one reminds me of the mynahs at my workplace resting in the shade of trees during noon. 🙂
Beautiful work, Sumana
lovely poems and I have always been drawn to the full moon. I didn’t know Buddha was born on a full moon. Interesting..
A lovely – spiritually centered – haiku sequence … simply and exquisitely rendered.
The Buddha is smiling in you 🙂
This feels like a complete trio with all the richness of imagery carried throughout. Very beautifully done 🙂
Water is the universal symbol for life. You draw it well,
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2016/06/26/finding-the-right-medicine/
I love an Indian Summer…though I think it is different here, but still a wonderful time of year.
Wonderful depiction of Indian summer! And the third stanza is masterly. I do enjoy your poetry, Sumana.
The title also reminds me of James Cameron’s novel with the same title; a delightful read. 🙂
No wonder I looked up at that Strawberry moon and felt time and space expand–just for a special moment I was everywhere. Love this.
Summer remembered! There can be so many notable happenings one can just go on and on. Summer is blessed in one’s memory! Rightly so Sumana!
Hank
Summer sounds lovely when described like that!