haiku, poetryRetirement. (haiku) Tired hands fumble with the clasp of an old bra— elm trees groan at night. © Nancy Botta, 2018 Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Standard
Someone’s getting ready to sleep… in a farmhouse type home somewhere Georgia in Autumn. Vivid, as always. LikeLiked by 1 person October 12, 2018 at 9:54 pm Reply
Yes….that’s about it. Only it isn’t the elm tree groaning, lol. LikeLiked by 1 person October 13, 2018 at 12:44 pm Reply
Thanks for visiting my blog, as it led me over here quickly to your gorgeous blog. And I’m loving your haiku! Especially this one–I’m trying to find a front closure bra that will work for me, hah!! 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person October 18, 2018 at 4:50 pm Reply
Rusted Honey 
‘Retirement,’ huh?
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Someone’s getting ready to sleep… in a farmhouse type home somewhere Georgia in Autumn. Vivid, as always.
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Good one!
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Yes….that’s about it. Only it isn’t the elm tree groaning, lol.
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My wife liked it. I knew she would.
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Time to stop wearing them, I say!! 🙂
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Thanks for visiting my blog, as it led me over here quickly to your gorgeous blog. And I’m loving your haiku! Especially this one–I’m trying to find a front closure bra that will work for me, hah!! 🙂
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