Thursday photo prompt Is it our light? The light from our Sun? So much is frozen, will it ever thaw? And then, will we have to build an Arch?
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Fallen leaves
This year it may have arrived late, but now, it is here. The time of the year when shadows play tricks, shallow shapes appear, as if conjured up by a malicious genie, and then disappear, erased. This lovely vision may not be real, those blond hair, flying in the light wind, are not what theyContinue reading “Fallen leaves”
Frozen #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt “I know where we are, we walked this path many times. Was it yesterday? It was summer still, and yet you see: today the ground is hard frozen, how can this be? ” “My love, you are confused. We’ve travelled a long time, this place is not that you recognise, weContinue reading “Frozen #writephoto”
Snowfall #writephoto
Snowfall “Don’t get too close!” “What do you mean? Do you think I could wake him up? It’s a rock, just a big ‘un! Relax!” The snow continues falling, nothing moves, bar the flakes in the light wind. I know it’s not a rock, I know what’s there, and I don’t want to riskContinue reading “Snowfall #writephoto”
In the Pale Light of Winter #fivewords
Weekly Writing Prompt #175 charcoal, shade, pale, wake, lucid The rain fell, almost silent, but she could hear the little stream, outside, through the open window. She called the instant the lucid wake: those minutes before the first signs of the pale dawn. Then, everything is clear, the events of the past days in sharpContinue reading “In the Pale Light of Winter #fivewords”
Cet autre moi… #fivewords
Weekly Writing Challenge #173 tremble – hit – desire – alter – depth The fragile leaf trembles in the cold winds, its desire for warmth altered to fear in the depth of winter, soon the cruel ice will hit its feeble skin… Image source: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/1198169
Onward #writephoto
Onward We stop at the top of the small hill, and look down at the road meandering away from us. The bikes lie on the short grass, next to tall poles that remind us that, here, the snow can erase everything, and level the landscape, but we are too early for it. The airContinue reading “Onward #writephoto”
Untrodden #writephoto
The world is born anew. The air is clean, the path is untrodden. The sky is empty. There is no sound, no cloud. There is nothing. Is this the end? Untrodden
Turning #writephoto
Turning Yesterday… We walked in this valley, under the burning sun, hand in hand, believing in the eternal summer. Yesterday, perhaps, more than you, my love, I longed for Autumn, and the fall of leaves. Did I believe Time had stopped? Did I believe Earth was flat, after all? Or was I inebriated, drunkContinue reading “Turning #writephoto”
Turrets #writephoto
Turrets When we left – how long ago was it? – it was summer. As we look over the tall trees, disappearing through the dark, icy air, we know that, here, wherever “here” is, it’s winter. But we don’t feel the cold, we just know it is. Through the foliage covered with snow, theContinue reading “Turrets #writephoto”
