Silence and conversation
. . . come in small packages like this haiku by Issa:
To the sounds of horses
munching grass,
fireflies dance.
Summer has special joys. Pulling weeds, cooking out, watching hummingbirds, feeling sweat trickle down your face, shooing daddylonglegs, sitting under a fan – the list goes on.
Love, love, love this haiku!
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