Ditches dry, frogs hide;
heat sings as cicadas wake –
wind sighs through willows.
This is a second offering for the prompt, based on another happening this week.
Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge. Frank says:
This week, write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that alludes to smoldering [hot] (moyuru).
Update on 7/18/20: video taken at dusk tonight:
Tao Talk 
Visual and vivid!
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Thank you, Sadje :)
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You’re welcome Li.
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That is a really cute looking Cicada.
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He sings like a canary if a canary rubbed its wings together to sing.
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Glorious! 🥰
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:)
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I do associate the sound of cicadas with high summer. That one is gorgeous. (K)
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #3: Jade Li’s latest haiku for my current #haikai challenge!
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Beautiful.
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:) Thank you
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That is a beautiful cicada and a great haiku Lisa! Seems I heard that same one buzzing last summer as well!
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Dwight, thank you. They love the willow trees out front.
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I haven’t seen too many around here!
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I’ve seen several cicada shells… I haven’t heard too many. There is a wasp by us called a Cicada Killer… and I’ve seen them in action!
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Oh no :( I can’t imagine how big that wasp must be. Wasps aren’t my favorite insect by any means in the first place. Even less now.
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Actually not that big, just aggressive to the cicadas. Every bug has to eat something…
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Love this, and that photo is awesome!
Pat
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:) Thank you, Pat!
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