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.


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.


Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.

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Buried Deep, the Sea


Buried deep within

Me, the Sea moves, has seasons

Some all in one day

Moody as heart’s history

Careless of soul’s mystery

Its blue changes hue

 ‘Gainst mildest tide, hurls passion

Then brooding, retreats

Vengeful killer one minute

Healing balm another day

Kindles madness…yet

Draws me back like first lover

Salt waves swallow tears

Mingled with late father’s blood

His laughter singing chantey

“Oh, the Doralea, she was quite a dame…

Take me home now, lady…”

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