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Summer starting


Monotony of solitariness
Broken only by hovering flies.
Tired fan drones on.
Heaviness hangs
In those burning gusts
Of warm noon winds.
Spring has flown swiftly by
Bringing lazy dog days of summer.

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  1. You've got me wanting to hang on to the winter now, Ruby! Nice one.

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    1. This is a great compliment. Thank you so much Kymm

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  2. So reminiscent of those hot, days of late summer.

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    1. Written in cold rainy weather. :)
      Thank you so much Tara

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  3. Brings back nice memories of summer. Great idiom.

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  4. noooooooooooo, Ruby . . . not dog days, not yet. We still have snow!

    :) well done.

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    1. It is still cold at my native but where I work it is beginning of dog days :(
      Thank you so much Barbara

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  5. You must live somewhere warmer than me; spring is going strong in the 50's and 60's here in Colorado!

    Stopping by to wish you good luck with the A-to-Z Challenge!

    Shannon at The Warrior Muse

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    1. Thank you so much Shannon and I am working in much warmer climate than I have ever been to before.

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  6. You fitted the idioms in so naturally. It's a beautiful piece.

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    1. Thank you so much Draug. Coming from you, this is really encouraging

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  7. This is lovely Ruby! I long for those lazy days. Great use of idiom!

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    1. Thank you so much Suzanne. But I prefer winters anytime.

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  8. Oh I can just feel it! Nicely done!

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  9. This is lovely and so relaxing. I am longing for those dog days already.

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    1. I wish I were willing to join you but I am sorry I am not. It is so good to hear from you.

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  10. Sometimes it does seem like spring stays around for very long!

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    1. I didn't get chance to see spring at its best this time. Thank you so much Janna

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  11. Summer vacation blues, those where the days.

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    1. Summer vacations - those were really some days! But heat - no, I guess I am a winter girl

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