Cooling wind,
a lonely dog,
insect arpeggios,
slow rolling fog:
autumn’s song and
the highway hum.
May Monday morning
never come.
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Continue readingCooling wind,
a lonely dog,
insect arpeggios,
slow rolling fog:
autumn’s song and
the highway hum.
May Monday morning
never come.
Copyright 2023 Brenda Davis Harsham
Continue readingoutside the box,
even mushrooms are homes
full of heart
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light shifts in the trees,
fallen leaves tumble and turn,
going with the flow
beached downstream for a moment
before another wind comes
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sunset unfolds
one still summer night,
and restores my mood
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toasties and crumble
beneath a magical sky,
family smiles
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July is midway,
roses climb, lilies dance, but
summer is half gone
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June’s mid-day glow
turned my daughter’s pale cheeks
rosy as flowers
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bittersweet
nasturtiums, kale and chard —
September’s harvest
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summer sun
seems indomitable
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how I miss spring’s
dazzle and swirling petals
of lilacs and pears;
this wet July brings to mind
those cool, delicious days
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lackluster weeding
humid weekend afternoon,
scent of roses
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Notes: The subtle scent of cottage roses lifts my spirits. A little fertilizer last year has made all the difference. I hope your garden is repaying your efforts with the invisible magic of scents.