Today at MLMM we have Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 7th 2018 the voice of the wind.
Autumn’s crisp, clean breeze
(lacking Spring’s hyperbole)
tells it like it is.
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Very nicely done–I hadn’t thought about the difference between autumn and spring breezes 🙂
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Thanks, Leslie. I hadn’t either. It was part of the writing prompt. Interesting idea, I thought.
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Truly, it is interesting. And I suspected there was a deeper meaning in your poem, but my fatigued mind just grabbed for the obvious “breeze” 🙂
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Not really Leslie, but there should have been! 🙂
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Ahhh…. 🙂
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