A seasonal story

Keith is one of my fave authors on Blog Street, and I’m pleased to share his beyond beautiful post! Please leave your comments on his original post—thank you!! Leyde

Keith's Ramblings

for Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Beat.

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One season ends, another begins.

An eerie, whispering then whistling wind plays its haunting lament in the pit of my hearth.

Droplets of driven rain splitter splatter their staccato beat on my window pane.

Rivulets of glistening water zig-zag their journey down the glass fighting in vain to intrude on the calm within.

Launched by a furious gale, ruby, gold and crimson leaves swirl in technicolour clouds round and round, up and down, round and up and round and down.

Autumn’s anger, Summer’s wane, too soon to be Winter again.

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Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.

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Merely A Shadow

I really like Debi’s poem–particularly the ending which shows such wisdom!

Autumn of the Soul

Photo by Marco Bianchetti on Unsplash

mindlovemiserysmenagerie Photo Challenge #426

You are a shadow
no longer real
dark and mute
flat and weightless
in the sun
dogging my steps
like a stubborn mutt
once you were everything
now you are… not nothing,
but just a foot note,
parenthetical information,
not really pertinent to
the rest of the story.
 

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