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This blog started as a 'Lenten Writing Project', where we wrote each day in Lent. Now that Summer is here, let's keep up the discipline of writing with a weekly writing challenge! A prompt will be posted each week and anyone is welcome to join in and post their writing here or participate just by reading it.
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Thursday, September 13, 2012
Fall
Go crazy and write about Fall! You know you've been thinking about it!
He’s lived a full life and we’ve loved him dearly. ........The old maple in our backyard ........has been a dear friend for years. We’ve reveled in his silliness and relied on his love. ........We luxuriated in the coolness ........of her summer shade ........and listened to her rustling. He’s no longer the silver fox with hair that shimmers.. most of it’s gone. ........Her brilliant red leaves have now dried ........and shriveled ........and most have succumbed to gravity. He still has wisdom we need to know and memories we long to hear. ........As we rake her leaves ........and roast our marshmallows ........she gives us one more memory… But, his breath is labored… the end is near. ...as the bitter winds begin to blow.
In my part of the world nature takes a nap each year. The leaves fall off, the grass goes dormant, the bears hibernate, birds just leave and nature takes a nap. She’s beginning to get ready. The leaves are becoming brittle. The nights are cool now. Autumn is nature’s dusk, the lullaby, before the deep sleep of winter. Rest well trees. Rest well earth. Rest well bears and bugs. We’ll see you in the Spring. Shhhhhh…..
Autumn
ReplyDeleteHe’s lived a full life
and we’ve loved him dearly.
........The old maple in our backyard
........has been a dear friend for years.
We’ve reveled in his silliness
and relied on his love.
........We luxuriated in the coolness
........of her summer shade
........and listened to her rustling.
He’s no longer the silver fox
with hair that shimmers..
most of it’s gone.
........Her brilliant red leaves have now dried
........and shriveled
........and most have succumbed to gravity.
He still has wisdom we need to know
and memories we long to hear.
........As we rake her leaves
........and roast our marshmallows
........she gives us one more memory…
But, his breath is labored…
the end is near.
...as the bitter winds begin to blow.
Yesterday’s Masterpiece
ReplyDeleteLike an artist’s palate
the crimson and golden and orange leaves
lay on the ground,
sign’s of yesterday’s masterpiece
not of one yet to come
Nature Takes a Nap
ReplyDeleteIn my part of the world
nature takes a nap each year.
The leaves fall off,
the grass goes dormant,
the bears hibernate,
birds just leave
and nature takes a nap.
She’s beginning to get ready.
The leaves are becoming brittle.
The nights are cool now.
Autumn is nature’s dusk,
the lullaby,
before the deep sleep of winter.
Rest well trees.
Rest well earth.
Rest well bears and bugs.
We’ll see you in the Spring.
Shhhhhh…..
The year grows older.
ReplyDeleteDaylight weakens, sun grows cold.
Soon we fall asleep.