crepuscular light
the first puff of pine smoke
enters the hive
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Julie Mellor
Julie Mellor holds a PhD from Sheffield Hallam University. Her mainstream poetry pamphlets, Breathing Through Our Bones (2012) and Out of the Weather (2017) are published by Smith/Doorstop. Over the last few years she has become more interested in writing haiku and haibun. She is currently the reviews' editor at Presence. She blogs at http://juliemellorpoetsite.wordpress.com
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day-end camp fire
as smoke curtains this bee's nest
tea kettle alert
__We sip the tea, as bees sneese in the rising smoke. Just a nifty thought of our old times; my wife and I, offer our complete thanks, Julie_!
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day-end camp fire
as smoke curtains this bee's nest
tea kettle alert
__We sip the tea, as bees sneese in the rising smoke. Just a nifty thought of our old times; my wife and I, offer our complete thanks, Julie_!
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What a lovely response Magyar. Thank you for sharing your poem – it is the perfect companion piece. All good wishes. Julie x
__ My appreciation Julie, for your kind comment! _m