Since they were children, they’d ridden their bikes all summer, at first with stabilisers, and their bikes grew with them. This year, hair bleached from the sun and faces full of freckles, they realised their friendship had blossomed.
ticking cycle wheels
grasshoppers in the long grass
strawberry kisses
Kim M. Russell, 31st July 2019
My response to Carpe Diem #1714 Summer Has Ended … free styling
Time has flown and we have reached the last day of July and the final episode of the Summer Love month, when we can choose our own Summer Love prompt in a ‘free-styling’ episode. Because I missed the first prompt of this month, I’m going to try the extreme haibun, which is a short story in which we may use a maximum of 50 words, including the poetry, on the theme of summer love.
writing in north norfolk 
Ah, so lovely, so satisfying…
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Cheers Sarah!
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ticking cycle wheels — conjures an immediate world of sound and image (although to be fair, my brain wants to wander to “ticks – the nasty insects” … but this opening really captures both the spirit of the action, the physicality, as well as the metaphorical, of time passing —
lovely haibun and haiku Kim – a fine way to end the “summer’s love” series indeed …. makes me want to wander off for a slow bike ride 🙂
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😀🚲
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Sweet write !
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Thank you!
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The perfect summer love! (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe.
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Very nice!
In the daze of my youth, I had a beautiful maroon bike.
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Thank you! I have a pink bike with flowers on.
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It is sadly true that ‘all good things must come to an end.’ Ah, but the memories shall live on and on for as long the living continue to live and share and remember the good times.
Another Marvelous poem, Kim! (@—>—)
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Thank you, Dorna! 😊
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