The prime of summer never lasts, especially with the heat of August. We are in the midst of moving and I feel like the lily, losing its pizzaz. I am also resonating with the lost glory of the bloom below:
A friend texted me the following article on Sunday morning. She is the woman featured in the write up. We have known each other since our children were young, hers just stair steps behind mine. We raised our kids as single moms, without help from our former spouses. She was the first one to go […]
Cornish pasties, the ones my father used to make when I was a child, were the one thing I craved while carrying my first child. Something in the taste of ground beef, sliced potato, and onion, wrapped in a flaky crust and seasoned just right, called to me. Except my father had long since misplaced […]
Love the personification and metaphor. Great shot, too.
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Thank you.
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welcome
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That imagery.
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Thanks.
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Delightful read. I grew up by the ocean and overcast or not, just envisioning the environment takes me home. Love the brevity of haiku in this piece. – B
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Thanks, Brian.
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What a beautiful haiku!❤️
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Thank you.
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This one is particularly lovely. I used to live near the ocean when I lived in North Carolina and it reminds me of that time.
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It never get olds, does it? Glad you liked it.
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Grey raincoat. Perfect words
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Thank you.
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Yeah, brrrrr! A worthy haiku, a beautifully taken shot — bring on summer!
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Thanks Charley – I am always game for summer.
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Perfect description.
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Thanks, LuAnne
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I love this gray shade of blue. Your poem captures the melancholy feel.
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Thanks Lois
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