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.
Than one more day
Spent under this weight,
With movements made slow,
Like easy prey.
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