Haiku and artwork by myself.
Only noticed this morning, when I was sipping coffee and watching drifting white clouds, that the world was quite, there was no heated incessaant cry of cicadas, and then this haiku came. Later in the afternoon came the artwork.
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Oh, I could just imagine myself under that tree, I could feel the waning warmth of the autumn air around it, and I could think back about the earlier hotter summer times when the nights were full of cicada concerts ! Wonderful patchy colors on that tree ! I just felt I wanted to touch it, to smell it, to be near it in real life, if at all possible !!
Fine, encouraging comment. Thanks.
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