In honour of the first Drabble Wednesday
for October, come join the telling of a few tales of the seasons...
Winter Chill
The first nip of true cold in the air, a
shiver that slowly burrows under the skin and buries itself. That’s when you
know. Winter will arrive soon. If you haven’t prepared by then, it’s too late.
By that beginning taste of winter, your stores should have been gathered and
stocked.
And your final arrangements reviewed and
amended if necessary.
Because you never know who’ll die.
Maybe no one, if the winter’s mild. The
food will last, and the snow won’t smother. That’s what you hope for. That’s
why you pray to the gods.
But sometimes, they want a sacrifice.
~*~
Spring Thaw
The birds are chirping outside the kitchen window
these mornings, a sure sign spring is coming. And I saw a crocus poking out its
green shoots by the doorstep, so I expect the last of the snow will be melting
soon, though it’ll be a while farther up the mountainside.
Does my heart glad to see the change in
season. It’s been a hard winter with my husband gone, even if I’m happy he
ain’t around no more.
I just hope I buried the body deep enough.
Wouldn’t do to have it popping out of the ground in the thaw.
~*~
Summer’s End
A sultry wind blows through the cherry trees,
rustling the green leaves, and the ripened fruit. Soon it will be time for last harvest, and the leaves will turn to vibrant warm colour. But, for now, the final bit of summer lingers.
These are beautiful moments, this suspended
measure between seasons, between the thriving and the waning of nature. You can
feel them mesh and merge, separate and struggle, the everlasting war twixt life
and death.
Like me.
No wonder I feel a natural kinship.
I died in this cherry grove. Now, as a wandering
ghost, I live here eternally.
~*~
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F. Stewart 2016 All Rights Reserved
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Wednesday, as part of the week long October Frights Blog Hop.
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