Swirls of summer air
Lift locks, whisper through fine hair
Spirits come to play
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Cool touch on hot skin
Evening breezes bless the trees
Sun slips off to sleep
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Your haiku flowed like a soothing breeze
One could only hope.
“Sun slips off to sleep” I like this line.
Thanks, Alice!
LOVE the double meaning of “lift locks” here. Brilliant.
Thanks, De!
When the spirits come to play, do we welcome them, or push them away?
No Ruffling Breeze
If they come to play, they should be welcomed.