Hiss, by Marjan Sierhuis

23/7/2021

The dragon breathes fire
The flames scorch the countryside
Better stay off your grass

Jim link

23/7/2021 03:44:49 pm

Many moons ago, we used to live in Santa Barbara (miss it every day) and this reminds me of the Santa Ana winds, whooshing their warm dragon's breath down from the foothills every summer, either throwing gas on fires (usually intentionally set) and sending the flames through neighborhoods or keeping us on edge that one might start any moment.
Take care
Jim

Marjan Sierhuis

23/7/2021 06:03:36 pm

🐲🙂🌬🔥 Thank you, Jim for reading and sharing some of your story. My goodness. How worrisome. But you said you also miss the place. I guess one had to weigh the pros with the cons.

Marjan

Sue Clayton

24/7/2021 06:45:15 am

I loved your comment as much as your haiku, Jim. Grass fires are so easily lit, spreading to infernos, and the dragon seems to be breathing hotter fire these days.

Marjan Sierhuis

24/7/2021 11:10:24 am

Thank you, Sue.

Sue Clayton

25/7/2021 03:11:05 am

Oops. Sorry for name faux pas, Marjan.

Mary Wallace

25/7/2021 04:49:46 am

Crispy grass. I too thought of fires. Nice one Marjan

Marjan Sierhuis

25/7/2021 04:54:15 am

Thank you, Mary.

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