photo: Matai Valley, that morning, it was clear that summer was coming to an end. Everything, from the quality of the light, the morning chill, to the song of the cicadas, announced its end.
cicadas’ singing
in the morning sadness
summer is fading
photo: Matai Valley, that morning, it was clear that summer was coming to an end. Everything, from the quality of the light, the morning chill, to the song of the cicadas, announced its end.
cicadas’ singing
in the morning sadness
summer is fading
Lovely.
Thank you arlingwoman
Beautifully evoked in your haiku