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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Water ~ Element (dverse poets)


Prompt:  to pick an element and write a poem inspired by it. 

(author’s image)

Craving water cool and trickling

Fall free, fountain, deliver me

Fiery heat, summer nausea

Let me gulp, swallow, refreshed be…

Mind’s eye sees waterfall cascading

Like bridal veil or hard rain teeming

Swirly rivulets on windowpane

Rivers running clear, cold, swift

Simple cup… I won’t let drop drip

Perhaps will spill on fevered skin

Stinging-hot with syrupy sweat…

Brain near fried, hallucinates

Great storm clouds tearing open

To restore this Summer’s theft

And I… I sit crouched over

Puddle (that is not real)

Hoard small palmful

Of tepid drink poured

From fine crystal goblet

Shimmering so near…

For, surely half-crazed now

I squint at oasis, rippling mirage

‘Mid horizon’s orange flame

Recall song ’bout a wishing well—

Lord, carry me to the well

That won’t ever run dry:

You are Living Water

The Fountain of Life

And River of Delights♥

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

“They shall be inebriated with the plenty of thy house; and thou shalt make them drink of the torrent of thy pleasure.  For with thee is the fountain of life; and in thy light we shall see light.”  Psalm 36:8-9, Douay-Rheims Bible

“How precious is Your lovingkindness, O God! They drink their fill of the abundance of Your house; And You allow them to drink from the river of Your delights.  For with You is the fountain of life [the fountain of life-giving water]”  Psalm 36:7-9, Amplified Bible

” Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, “Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink.” John 7:37, New Internat’l Version

Jesus replied to them, “… The one who…believes in Me [as Savior] will never be thirsty…” John 6:35, AMP

Mosquito Hell


I left mosquitos

Behind me (Minnesota)

And never looked back…

Bites weren’t the worst, we had pink

Calamine lotion for itch

But ‘mid toss-turning

Sweated-sheets…whine in ears was

Hell’s buzz-saw torment

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

Summer Lakes, The Dock (WQW)


I’m pleased to be back here with Marsha and WQW!  The concept of adding quotations (or songs) to whatever art we share thrills my English Major heart…and allows me to browse Bartlett’s Quotations at rich leisure.

Now before everyone thinks I’ve lost my mind entirely due to heatstroke, I’m gonna tell y’all why I chose the song I’ve included.

  1. Don’t blink, you’ll miss it—this song uses the word “lake” only one time…at the beginning.  I’d have preferred some repetition of it, but we don’t get everything we want in life.
  2. With most of the world languishing in the intense, uninvited, unappreciated HEAT—I thought a winter song full of snow might cool us down a bit (if you play it over and over, focused on the exquisite video).
  3. Lastly, I like Sarah McLachlan very much.  It’s a winter/Christmas song, and mournful, but I like that too.  (I’m itching to start decorating for the holidays!)  Her song follows my poem.


We were younger then

Close sisters…closer than now

Summers were the lakes

Wherever family traveled…

Single sparkling memory:

Us sitting on dock

Together, dangling our feet

Away from others—

Otis Redding’s song was big

We began singing lyrics:

“I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watchin’ the tide roll away, ooh
I’m just sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time”*

It didn’t matter

That our dock was lakeside, and

Otis had the bay…

We had space to be happy

Silly…floating young girls dreams…

We were clueless…for

Time, Life would leave us estranged…

Blissful ignorance

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.


*Songwriters: Otis Redding / Steve Cropper
(Sittin’ On) the Dock of the Bay lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group