Sogi wrote:
Now that they end
There is no flower that can compare
With cherry blossoms
For me this is particularly about longing, about how you don’t really understand what you have lost until afterwards. I love summer… so I write:
even itching
the bites from mosquitoes
are summer’s hallmark
Linked to Carpe Diem
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January 26, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Oh. My least favourite insect!
very clever…although such insect scares many now with West Nile virus.
Very good summers hallmark like that
Clearly, you are not the bug magnet that I am. Smiles.
again, again… your second one had a special ring to it; aside it was mosquito and all
I have one I wrote back in 2003…
tiny mosquitoes,
someone should clip your two wings
you obnoxious thing!
perhaps, a response to your lovely lines… LOL
Ha! you should go to Florida in July. Those skeeters are the size of bats….nice twist
and you both should go to Alaska … they’re as big as jet planes!
I had no idea they would be that big in Alaska. If one dares go out at night, you have to wear a surgical (or similar) mask as they are so thick, you breathe countless ones into your system. Florida is a horrid place and I hope I never ever have to return.
LOL … they commonly say in Alaska that the skitters are as big as helicopters … I exaggerated here. Though yes, due to the long summer I suppose they aren’t tiny. All told though, they weren’t as numerous as the bands of flying beasties in Florida!
A hallmark that I could do without! 😉
Inspired by Sogi
I hate skeeters buzzing around my head saying yum, yum
Gave me chuckles upon chuckles … especially considering how true it is! Still hate the little buggers though.
tiny buzzer
poised for a sneak attack
filled with blood lust
cheers
jzb
Very nicely done – amusing, poetical, deep, true. For once commenters missed something I think. The circle of life and seasons in this haiku show us they are very much part of everything, so what is the point of hatng them.
Can’t it be OK to despise things that are disconcerting?
Cherry Blossoms
A-Ha!
mosquito memories
even Siberian winds
become delightful
ah, the birdsong
how silent it would be
without mosquito
lol very true and what would we do with all the bat houses we’ve put around Trentino!
tiger mosquitoes
the bats squee delighted
imported food
ah, it is so cold…
i think some might trade a few bites
for the warmth….
Very clever….those bites are something that definitely marks pretty much every summer for me 🙂
ya gotta take the long moonlit nights along with the swift mosquito bites 🙂