temple bell

Carpe Diem #1018 Temple bell


[...] "The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers." [...]  Matsuo Basho

cicada songs
window screens filter
thick summer nights

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  1. Yamini MacLeanAugust 9, 2016 at 4:29 PM

    Hari OM
    ...slip into autumn... YAM xx

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  2. Suzanne McClendonAugust 9, 2016 at 5:49 PM

    I'm voting to head right on into winter myself. :) It has been as hot at 113 degrees here today. I'm melting.

    Your poem is very nice. We've been hearing lots of cicada songs lately. I guess they are melting, too!

    Have a blessed day.

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    1. JaniceAugust 9, 2016 at 6:02 PM

      Especially here in Texas where winter is a few 30 degree days. We lived 38 years in Missouri where my husband grew up. The heat and dry surely stress him!

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  3. Forest BatherAugust 10, 2016 at 10:30 PM

    The mood is well-caught. I can feel the summer you have!

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    1. JaniceAugust 11, 2016 at 1:32 PM

      Thanks! And it is only getting worse. Thankful for air conditioning.

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  4. JaniceAugust 12, 2016 at 12:14 PM

    No other way to describe them. It was still 99 at 9 last night as I was returning from working the phones for a presidential candidate.

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