Shooing the wasp out –
Autumn drowsy, slowed by cold –
Goodbye to summer.
Walt is hanging up his apron and wiping down the bar for the last time (for a while at any rate). He’s asked for goodbye poems, over at dverse
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Fmme writes poems
This is a space for me to write, share my words and play with poetry. You are very welcome here.
There is something quite sad about shooing the drowsy wasp out – the goodbye to summer. Never mind, she will be the promise of next year.
Kind regards
Anna :o]
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In 6 months time I’ll be cursing them, but right now it seems a shame…
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A lovely haiku Sarah. it is that time when wasps show us their vulnerable side and we all long for the warm days of summer.
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Nice one, Sarah!
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I love that drowsy autumn, especially.
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I’m not sure which imagery I like more…the haiku or the postscript of wiping down the bar.
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Wasp oF Summer
Breeze.. FL Panhandle
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SPRinG comes
yeaR A’round..:)
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We are always on the verge of saying goodbye to a season. Lovely haiku!
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Thank you.
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Even a wasp can be sad to loose.. letting it out here would surely kill it though.
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Lovely wave to a season end.
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Thank you for reading!
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Your welcome.Late to the party this week.
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