this morning’s noises echo
facts of summertime dwindling.
a crow’s call to advance
spur last night’s crickets,
still rubbing within the window well.
my heart swells with hope
which confuses me,
and the neighbor lady sweeps her deck.

this morning’s noises echo
facts of summertime dwindling.
a crow’s call to advance
spur last night’s crickets,
still rubbing within the window well.
my heart swells with hope
which confuses me,
and the neighbor lady sweeps her deck.
Isn’t it funny how we orbit so close to other folks and yet travel in our own dimension?
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Most generally . I shall continue to orbit alone. Nice to have you here, Sharon
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Like a snapshot. While it has more words and lines it yet carries the essence of haiku.
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Your feedback is immeasurable. Thank you for your kindness.
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Fall, she is a knockin’ in so many ways small and larger, Red. You caught its morning crawl so well.
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So good to have you stop by this morning. You know just what to say.
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I liked the mention of the window well and crickets. It has been more than forty years since I had a window well but I do remember those little stinkers falling in there and still chirping. A lovely seasonal poem, Audrey.
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Butch, you are welcome over anytime. *Giggle* I have a story about crickets and hedge apples. My great-grandmother insisted they kept crickets out of windows and basements. My great-grandfather told my father…the only way those things keep crickets away is if you have good aim. I still giggle over his story. Very happy you enjoyed, my friend.
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Good story, Audrey.
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Thanks for listening
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Fall is definitely in the air, ma’am! I love this time of year, after the heat and humidity break. And even though we all know COVID is going to change things for a while, I’m still hoping for magical holidays, ha!
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I continue to hope we all find a way to advance in a positive way. Grateful for cooler temperatures, indeed. Thanks for reading, Debbie
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I think there is hope to be found in the changing of the seasons. Life goes on.
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Yes, life goes on and seasons will change. Life is full of opportunities. Thank you, Dan.
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