and it gives off the kind of hot chill one can get at times of transition. fever in a meadow, when the sun hangs on while evening cools the tall grasses in which you stand and search for something that you have not lost, it is the deepest part of summer verdant, aloof

cool air
the wings of a fly

9 Responses

  1. John Stone Says:

    Very nice!

  2. Lorna Cahall Says:

    I really like this…flowing and subtle. So nice to read…it leads you along in an airy, delightful way.

  3. Barbara A Taylor Says:

    g'day Donna

    I loved this. The haiku is so beautiful.

    peace and love

  4. Deb Scott Says:

    fabulous images, contrast.

  5. GennadyNov41 Says:


  6. Marilyn Hazelton Says:

    Lovel! Lovely!

  7. Alan Summers Says:

    Strong style, great prose writing and a well judged concluding haiku.


  8. donnafleischer Says:

    Each and every response here means the world to me. Thank you so much, everyone.

  9. shaheen Says:

    excellent prose and haiku

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