In Japanese, especially in ancient Haiku and Taka collections, they arrange their poems by season, Spring - Summer - Autumn - Winter - Love - and Miscellaneous.
We don't often do that in the west, though I wish I could with this blog.
But then it would be hard for you here to find the latest.
July
July the goldfinch perches
upon the tomato cage which stands
To be crawled up by runner beans,
towards his remembrance of last summer,
The nasturtium, zinnia and sunflower,
not yet Goldfinch, it’s not your hour,
Young rabbits chase about the hedge,
other birds’ nests have hatched and fledged,
But you, petal yellow with white piped wings,
you wait until late summer to sing,
Then thistle and seed cones past sprung will have hardened,
including these, the flowers of my oak barrel garden,
In time their petals you’ll pull and shed,
then pluck the grains from every head,
So summer friend, please come back soon,
it’s just that now we’ve one first bloom
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