Reblogged from The Write Stuff:

A slight change of pace today, from our little boy camping in the mountains, to something a bit less jovial. Because, you know. Life can’t be all rope swings and summer smiles. Hope you enjoy it, anyway. 😀
The Last Rose
by Marcia Meara
Late July, and
The day drowses,
Air heavy and still.
Bees moving slowly from
Flower to flower,
In a dance weighed down by heat.
Sleepy hours spent dreaming, longing
For other places, other chances.
Anything better
Than one more day
Spent under this weight,
With movements made slow,
Like easy prey.
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Thank you 🙂
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Thanks so much for sharing this one, Sue. I really appreciate it! 🙂 ❤
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My pleasure, Marcia ❤
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thaks for sharing, Michael 🙂
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