Summer Buzz

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Summer, I hold you in my heart
even as the trees stand bare
having shed their Autumn garbs

The glow of green still buzzes
carries me through the cold
a promise worth the wait.

(Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: opposite weather.)

20 thoughts on “Summer Buzz”

Indira says:

January 11, 2020 at 7:12 pm

Beautiful.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 11, 2020 at 7:25 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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-Eugenia says:

January 8, 2020 at 12:11 pm

Beautiful, VJ., and it’s nice to see and read about the warm days of summer.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 8, 2020 at 9:22 pm
  
  Thanks Eugenia. I agree. Nice to be reminded.
  
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tanjabrittonwriter says:

January 7, 2020 at 10:04 pm

A lovely poem to accompany the lush and verdant scenes, V.J. Thank goodness for the magic of photos to transport us to cherished moments.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 7, 2020 at 10:07 pm
  
  Thanks Tanja. It is wonderful to be reminded of sunnier times.
  
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  1. tanjabrittonwriter says:
    
    January 7, 2020 at 10:11 pm
    
    They WILL return. Hang in there!
    
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Deborah says:

January 7, 2020 at 3:17 pm

Incredibly beautiful V.J.! ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 7, 2020 at 5:49 pm
  
  Glad you like it, Deborah. Thanks.
  
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Lauren says:

January 7, 2020 at 9:52 am

Love this! I miss summer and all the greens.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 7, 2020 at 5:46 pm
  
  Thanks Lauren.
  
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oneletterup says:

January 7, 2020 at 9:18 am

What a beautiful and tempting photograph and verse. I look forward to seeing green outside my window again!! (well, besides the evergreens…)

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 7, 2020 at 5:40 pm
  
  Thank you.
  
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  1. oneletterup says:
    
    January 7, 2020 at 6:32 pm
    
    You’re welcome!
    
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Colin Hill says:

January 7, 2020 at 7:28 am

I’m counting down the days and counting up the temperature degrees – but it still seems too far away 😦

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 7, 2020 at 7:34 am
  
  It does! We’re feeling the draw of the southern warmth. Might have to do a road trip.
  
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  1. Colin Hill says:
    
    January 7, 2020 at 7:38 am
    
    might have to join you 😉
    
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  2. V.J. Knutson says:
    
    January 7, 2020 at 7:42 am
    
    Always room for one more! I can just imagine the conversation on the way down…or the fertile silence of poets minds churning.
    
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  3. Colin Hill says:
    
    January 7, 2020 at 8:41 am
    
    stop tempting me!
    
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  4. V.J. Knutson says:
    
    January 7, 2020 at 5:39 pm
    
    Lol.
    
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