For Ronovan’s weekly prompt.
Sage and thyme sun-bask
while vine drapes a pergola—
summer scented leaves.
Haiku challenge: Sage & Vine
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For Ronovan’s weekly prompt.
Sage and thyme sun-bask
while vine drapes a pergola—
summer scented leaves.
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Such a sweet image you’ve made!
Thank you! Dreaming of summer already 🙂
A small candle in water with those herbs freshens a winter’s night. (K)
Fresh? If it gets any fresher it’ll freeze!
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Jane, you skipped spring.
That’s today. Then we get winter back. Spring is treacherous.
So I’ve seen.
As soon as it’s here it’s gone.
It’s here now. The snow’s melting. I expect to see the first snowdrops.
Deceptive. No snow, bright sunshine, wasps around the window and birds singing spring songs. Then we have ten days of cold again.
Same here, without birds singing.
They’ll be singing on the other side of their feathery faces in a few days time.
Dreams of summer 💜💜
Already!