Summer Evening, Edward Hopper, 1947
Sultry night
Evening of musical crickets
Love begins
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I remember those teenage summer romances
One moment we're all playing sandlot baseball
The next we're breathless looking at the boy next door.
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16 comments:
They were the best romances..because it was all new and so exciting...bkm
some of the best times...
Some of them were epitome of innocent moments...
Coy silence or sometimes saying it all in one go and running away to save embarrassment...
Lovely haiku...brings back many memories ;)
ha...I remember
Excellent recapture of those innocent times!
Those were the days alright!
How can you ever forget?
Those few words say it all..a rush, an expectation...perfect!
Lovely poem perfectly fits the image.
Ah, the sensation of fingertips glancing over the back of your neck...then the kiss.
Sophistication does not compare with the dear clumsiness of those summer nights.
Butterflies in your tummy.
Love and romance was so respected back in those days. I enjoy love-story films about and actually from this era. Those boys next door...aaaahhhh.....
Come on now ... were you watching me? Beautiful work, Ms. Kathe!!
Taut, effective write.
Love this! Thank you.
Summer wouldn't be summer without the musical crickets.
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