Blessed/blasted blogger ate my comment the first time round. With luck it has relented. Your haiku cover quite a range today and some (58 in particular) make my heart ache.
58 is the subject of one of my draft blogs. 55 is a bit more bleak for me. I think time often steals hope as well and I don't believe in heaven. 56 is more in my line. I like it.
Blessed/blasted blogger ate my comment the first time round. With luck it has relented.
ReplyDeleteYour haiku cover quite a range today and some (58 in particular) make my heart ache.
The Royal Commission inspired that. We can do better
DeleteWe need to do better. And quickly.
DeleteRe the end of Summer - I always mark it as the last day I can go out without a jacket, or the last day I can go without socks.
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P.S I agree, No.58 is the mover.
I think I need a long sleeve or jacket at about 18-19 degrees (depending on wind )
DeleteThe change of season on a date means nothing at all to me
58 is the subject of one of my draft blogs.
ReplyDelete55 is a bit more bleak for me. I think time often steals hope as well and I don't believe in heaven.
56 is more in my line. I like it.
Thanks Graham! 56 fits your philosophy of enjoying what you have
Delete57. The sounds of summer, by day and by night.
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The night I wrote that, if it wasn't one buzzing about, it was another!
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