Fragrant blooms perfume the air
Isn't summer grand?
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Birds are heard singing
Fragrant blooms perfume the air Isn't summer grand?
Sandra James
1/7/2022 10:02:21 am
Lovely, Marjan! Yes, it is but it seems a long way away down here in the cold southern hemisphere ⛅
Marjan Sierhuis
1/7/2022 02:30:12 pm
Thank you, Sandra for your kind comment. I will try and send some sunshine your way. 1/7/2022 04:12:04 pm
I wrote a haiku a million years ago that also ended with "isn't summer grand." And that's because it is!!!
Marjan Sierhuis
1/7/2022 05:14:47 pm
Thank you, Jim for your reading and sharing some of your thoughts. We have had some very warm days. It is best to enjoy it while we can.
Krystyna
1/7/2022 08:16:55 pm
“Grand” indeed. I’d take summer over our cold, snowy, icy winter any day. Lovely haiku, Marjan.
Marjan Sierhuis
1/7/2022 11:06:16 pm
I totally agree. Thank you, Krystyna for your comment.
Dee Lorraine
2/7/2022 02:03:16 am
Yes, it is! Well said, Marjan.
Padmini
2/7/2022 03:48:24 am
It is indeed, Marjan. Please send some summer blooms to desert countries.
Sue Clayton
2/7/2022 04:11:30 am
Outside the window it is damp, cloudy and drizzling but your poem brought sunshine into the room.
Marjan Sierhuis
2/7/2022 02:55:34 pm
Thank you, Dee, Padmini and Sue for your comments. Comments are closed.
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