Air like molasses
Molding around the edges
No room for a breeze
August days linger
Sun’s arms clinging ‘til the end
Holding night at bay
Where some might wither
Others come into full bloom
In summer’s last act
August Days
Air like molasses
Molding around the edges
No room for a breeze
August days linger
Sun’s arms clinging ‘til the end
Holding night at bay
Where some might wither
Others come into full bloom
In summer’s last act
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Thanks!
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A great set of haikus and pictures
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Thanks! These muggy days inspired me a little.
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Excellent! specially the first 3 lines
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Thank you!
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Got back here to read it properly. Wonderful as always x
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Thank you!
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The worst month of summer. Captured so very well.
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Thanks! We’re sweltering here, but at least we’re accustomed to the heat. My poor friend in Oregon is really struggling.
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Love those pictures and the haikus! Strangely, it’s not as hot as usual here, but the humidity has been a thousand percent all summer.
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The last two weeks have been hot and humid here. And we had several days last week with no air conditioning. Inspiring stuff.
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The dog days are here
Their bite is worse than their bark
Muzzle August, please
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I like that!
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I love this one. It is so relatable, especially the molasses air. I think it could win a poetry prize.
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Thank you! I was inspired by our lack of air conditioning last week…
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Being outside on the coast of NC last week was like molasses, too.
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I can imagine!
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