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We are clearly well beyond the summer solstice as the light has changed to the crisper blue that contrasts so well with ripening pumpkins, while a brisk late morning walk continues to pool sweat in the lower back’s hollow and between one’s breasts.
Morning dew counters this lingering summer with cool intimations of darker nights to come, frost glittering white where sunrise fails to muscle aside shade on crisping leaves and thinning grasses that prefer shiver and sway to the inevitable snap and fall.
I roll to one side of the bed and swing my legs over, feet planting firmly on wooden floor, determined to catch these last moments of summer’s soft-damp ground, ears tuned to bird call and the rattling breath of a breeze through trees just beginning to punch out their kaleidoscope of colors.
But first, the coffee…to function.
Cat lifts his head, blinks slowly, and then lowers it; he knows I’ll wash and fill his bowl before I step outside. He also knows that because I’m a sucker, he’ll be fetched for breakfast while the earthy waking libation chugs and spits from the modern fountain of youth, filling my favorite sacrificial hand-turned mug that I’ll drink from as I walk the yard.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2026)
It sounds like a perfect summer morning ritual.
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the blue sky of Summer’s end… surely no other season has such a distinct (and distinctive) marker that the blue that shows in late August or early September
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I love the sharpness, the edges in Sept-October blue skies behind changing leaves and fields of pumpkins.
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hey, you up for getting in on the SSC&B Poetry Slam next?
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Have a big WIP currently chomping at my bits. But I’ll surely read other folks’ work!
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Lovely write.. and AHH. Coffee… To function… Yes… And cats are gods and… And… August is nice, I like the time when summer melts into the spooky season…
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Some days it all feels just right (write! 😊).
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How lovely! Early morning. Making some coffee (first) then put some kibbles down for my cat (and pronto).
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🐈⬛ Luna says: 🖤meow!
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That’s it… giggling – and yes, Luna says too!
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The crisper blue light does go well with ripening pumpkins.
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What a lovely write Liz – I’m like you I want to make the most of the last few days of summer 🩷
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Autumn/Fall is my favourite time of the years. “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness “, Ode to Autumn by John Keats is also one of my favourite poems.
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This. This (with my tea instead) puts my August feelings into words. Beautiful!
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Something we all long for, after a long, hot, stormy summer. Hangin’ on!
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The first word that came to mind was ‘calming’. I don’t drink coffee, but I felt like I wanted one in a special mug. The entire piece is calming and relaxing and I really liked the last paragraph. Poetically they almost stand on their own.
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Thanks Michael. Your favorite tea might do as well….😉
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Good morning, Liz, and my very best heading your way.
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I’ll take it! ☕️😊
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That sounds an interesting Six! I totally agree with you, we are clearly well beyond summer solstice. The autumn season is coming closer, and the heat will finally cool down. 👍
Have a great day and week, Liz! I’ll write my Six soon! ☺️
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