fruit of a tree rests
even when heat mists over
cicadas sing
fruit of a tree rests
under the mist
heatwave
even when heat mists over
bullfrog
catches the fly
cicadas sing
afternoon lullaby
the old man snores
©Tournesol’16/07/15
Daily Moments – July 15, 2016 afternoon haze (Troiku)
Haiku my Heart

To write a Troiku, visit the poet, Chèvrefeuille, who created this new haiku form at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai where he hs daily meme.

You’ve taken me to a sun-drenched summer of long ago… I can feel the heat sifting over me from the dappled shade of the fruit trees and I can smell the dry grasses right this very moment… and the song… the cicadas song… is lulling me into an afternoon nap where there isn’t a care in the world…
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What a poetic comment!!! thank you…it is lulling though isn’t it?
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These are lovely poetic thoughts. And the cicadas are singing very loud in my big camphor tree, even as darkness falls and the heat lingers.
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Ah lovely song with the baritone of the bullfrog too:)
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loved them.
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I appreciate your kind words 🙂
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mine is here
https://andidreamed.wordpress.com/2016/07/16/haiku-my-heart/
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Some days it is the old woman that is snoring! Lovely!
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Shhhh, woman don’t admit snoring or letting out gas…lol
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