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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.
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Join us for a weekly blog party in Six Sentence Stories, hosted by Denise and attended by some mighty fine, fun folk. Prompt word=THUNDER. Read, write and come back for more SIX SENTENCE STORIES.
Thunder just past midnight wakes me, causes my cat to lift his head and chirrup, then press himself deeper into my side and relax: all is well with the world.
Earlier in the day, a friend and I had emerged from a soft dirt path and shaded woods by the Mississippi into a blaze of July that took our breath away and slowed our steps.
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Let’s Get Real 1
It started out as an uncomfortable late-morning meeting over tea with her aunt, in which Elsa dressed as her mother had always insisted: pressed, pleated skirt; stiff white blouse with a Peter Pan collar; frilly-topped white anklets inside white sandals with slippery soles not meant for running.
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Grasses hiss, my gumboots slap
Across the meadow I cut a path
After last night’s damaging storm
Wildflowers open in morning sun
Testing for warmth
In a day just begun
Rhubarb from the DIL, strawberries fresh & light from the grocer. So of course, putting by jam for winter, but with a taste for right now! And refrigerator magnet poetry while the jars seal in a boiling water bath.
Eyes closed, I meander down grassy garden paths
Banks of roses nod and sing their fragrant earth song
Petrichor retreats under rosy rising sun
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It’s too hot to stay aground, too hot to listen to them natter and fight over nothing of real importance. Continue reading
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