The days grow shorter as autumn sheds its summer skin,
Soon, the crushing weight of winter will lay heavy on my rooftop,
In time, I know the sorrow in my heart will fade to the hopeful renewal of spring.
Written for Week 296 of Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. Photo credit: Nathan Dumlao via Unsplash.
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Wrapped in last night’s hazy memories, the dirt of the hard road pressing between her toes.
The past echoing like a thousand screaming voices trapped inside her head.
“Don’t look back…” she whispers to herself as she travels the path from which she can never break free.
Written for Week 265 of Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. Photo credit: Jason Yoder via Unsplash.
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Tonight, the first breath of winter,
creeps outside darkened windows of
a slumbering escarpment town.
The soft, fresh snowfall of
a mid-November chill may be fleeting,
but in the morning gives rise to
a promise of long cold nights to come.
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Photo Credit: Greg Glazebrook (November 18, 2020)
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Day by day, she numbs her loneliness in the reflections of a lifeless computer screen.
In a far corner I sit silent, alone and forgotten.
Oh how I long to feel her soft hands pulling at my (heart) strings, filling the room around us with her beautiful song.
Written for Week 218 of Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. Photo credit: Elijah O’Donnell via Unsplash.
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