

The late heather blooms
In wild array, scent chill fogs
Fall’s breeze, through mists, bogs
Take hold of moors, mount the heights,
Stay, watch summer’s sweet demise.
Image attribution: wikipedia Written for Jude's The Saturday Symphony #13:"Rhythm of Autumn" -- Let us go retro this week and share a thought on the season, with rhyme and flow. Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt: Using the word "Heather" write prose or poem in exactly 27 words
Lovely tanka 😊
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You’ve made me happy, Happy Soul 🙂 Thanks for your comment!
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My pleasure 😇
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Dear Dora,
A sweet farewell to summer. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
A long good-bye. I’m not quite ready to let go of summer and am enjoying the late and early fall flowers I’m seeing all around me. Thank you.
Aleichem shalom,
Dora
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Wow!!! This is beautiful 😊
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Very well done.
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Thank you so much, Bill.
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The beauty of botany, charmingly expressed
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Many thanks, C.E.
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There’s a beautiful subtle chime in this Dora, thank you for using it for the Symphony 🧡🌷
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“A subtle chime” — what a lovely turn of phrase! I must remember that one. Thank you, dear Jude.😊
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My pleasure 🌼
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Beautiful tanka 🙂
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Thank you! 😀
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