- The Last Summer Month -

                                       Of faithful flowers
                                 who tasted the sun briefly
                                       A rich fertile time
                               Beyond happiness and cheer -
                               grain nods in the blowing wind

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Duke Beaufort

September 30, 2024 at 10:26 AM

Anne-Lise, you know just what to focus in on that so many of us can relate to. Yes, you so adroitly point out that the intensity of sunlight during the summer was of short duration. The way you do it by referring to tasting just makes me smile broadly. A sheer pleasure to read.

Sara Kendrick

August 19, 2024 at 8:49 AM

Awesome one. I enjoyed reading this very creative one, Anne-Lise. Thank you for sharing your talent with us. Sara K

Sam Kauffman

August 16, 2024 at 12:09 PM

Anne-Lise, you have definitely captured the mellow spirit of August in all of its fertility and warmth. So beautiful. Wonderful to see you posting again! Hugs and blessings to you!

Andrea Dietrich

August 16, 2024 at 1:52 AM

What a nice tanka for August. I very nearly was going to put up am August tanka contest but then came up with my other idea

Daniel Henry Rodgers

August 13, 2024 at 6:45 AM

Dear Anne-Lise, What a wonderful aspect to the last month of summer. I love summer but I really love Autumn and looking forward to it. - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Victor Buhagiar

August 13, 2024 at 3:26 AM

Grain needed for bread. Brilliant. I missed your poems, my dear. Hugs.

Joseph P. DiMino

August 12, 2024 at 11:10 AM

Yep, life is a constant struggle for many. We all reach the edge like drooping petals, nodding, looking off into profound depth of darkness having seen many beloved petals before us fall away and vanish.... A multi-dimensional write.