Little puffs of brown meander their way to the hardening ground. The vibrant colours of endless summer have abandoned the world. Muted, the autumn leaves lead us inexorably towards the bleakness of winter. Our world is numbing. Fingers creep inside pockets. Coat buttons are done up. Smiles become grimaces.
The prompt this week is to use at least one of these for inspiration. …the powers that be / the apple of his eye / the writing on the wall… It was early in the Autumn When she took herself away. The trees in our orchard cried leaves for her; She was the apple of their eye , their Mistress. She said it was, "Inevitable". Powers that be had deemed it so and so it was Fruitless to pursue it. Her one way trip. The marks of her passing are writ large on the cold orchard wall s. They are writ larger, though, in me.
Super post, I love the last line particularly.
ReplyDeleteFabulous. This has a really poetic feel to it. I especially love the sentence "Fingers creep inside pockets."
ReplyDeleteHi Anna & Sally-Jayne thank you for your comments, I'm glad you liked the writing. :)
ReplyDeleteI like - the vibrant colours of endless summer have abandoned the world and our world in numbing . . lots that could be unpacked from here G Sussex
ReplyDeleteNicely done. I enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteBrrr, I can feel winter coming. Super use of words.
ReplyDeleteLove "our world is numbing" -- seems profoundly true, Robin
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely, really evocative of the encroaching winter months.
ReplyDeleteI can imagine the leaves meandering as I read this..and the chill that sends fingers creeping inside pockets. Great write.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and evocative. It expressed my thoughts on this season exactly.
ReplyDeleteSo...you're not a fan of autumn Jim! This is such a beautiful photo of the season on it's way. Thank you so much for joining the 100WCGU. Hope to see you again!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the comments :) I'm glad you like the writing!
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