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Header: Miss Charli
You always make me close my eyes and see and smell what feeds your haiku. I love it. It's just wonderful to smell the jasmine and feel the gentle petals falling through the lines.
Oh what a lovely scented summer snow storm this is Judie! I want to crawl beneath, be covered in petals, listen to the drone of bees, and take a nap!
ReplyDeleteLovely photos of the jasmine filling the air and those sweet deer delighting the heart ~ with softly falling petals of your haiku ~ ^_^
ReplyDeleteYou always make me close my eyes and see and smell what feeds your haiku. I love it. It's just wonderful to smell the jasmine and feel the gentle petals falling through the lines.
ReplyDeleteThat is exactly how I remember almond blossoms in the valley back home.
ReplyDeletei am easily absorbed into this haiku
ReplyDeletemuch love...
how sweet the fragrance of this summer snow!thank you for stirring so many summer nights memories of this perfect perfume!
ReplyDeleteNice photos.
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