The path is narrow,
With many a winding turn,
Which leads us to who knows where,
Who knows when, or why?
So, Crunch the leaves,
Stare at the sky,
Feel the wind swipe your cheeks,
While the sun tickles your eyes,
Because that’s enough.
Enjoy your walk!
I live outside my city, but not far enough that I can’t walk into town. I could take the car or catch the bus, but as I’m in no hurry at the moment, I enjoying a long, brisk walk. (I spent many years rushing to work, shopping and taking the kids to school and after school activities!).
Sometimes life is so demanding that we forget what a simple, quiet walk can do for us. We can stop for a few minutes to listen to, see and feel the trees, wind, and sky, which is so mentally and physically refreshing.
I love walking. It’s great exercise and I have time to think about so many things that time flies by!
As I already told you, I’m terrible at following rules, so not only have I written a poem, I’ve also told you all about the picture!
Enjoy your Monday! I hope you can spare a few minutes for a walk:)
Who Misses Shady Trees in November?
Passers by sit and chat or rest
On those empty benches,
Under the shade of sturdy trees.
Today they’re walking on puddles
Under a cloudy sky,
Or sitting indoors, by the fire,
For the sun to shine for a while,
as it might tomorrow,
No one misses the shady trees,
Check out Six Word Saturday here
Check out Stream of Consciousness Saturday here. Today’s prompt is ‘shade’.
Ice cold mountain stoops,
Peering down at autumn leaves,
For spring to dress them once more
With flowers and leaves galore.
As I already told you, I’m terrible at following rules, so not only have I written a tanka, now I’m going to tell you all about the picture!
I was here, for a freezing week, a few days ago. It’s a cold, but beautiful part of the north of Spain, where my mother and her family originally came from. There is a skiing resort nearby (see photo below), but I just visit for the scenery!
Bare trees scrape clear sky,
Shivering pine leaves listen
To snow flakes melting,
Warmed by wanning winter sun.
Poet paints woodland in words.
This post was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt
It’s Sunday and time for Sunday Photo Fiction. Below is the picture which inspired me to write the following 100 word, flash fiction, although according to the rules, you can write up to 200 words. Thank you Susan for hosting and Lakshmi Bhat for this week’s photo prompt.
“Ouch,” he said. “That hurt.”
“So, put a plaster on your ego,” she replied.
“Just one dance.”
“I told you, no way!”
“You’re the bridesmaid, I’m the best man, the music’s playing…”
She didn’t let him finish. “What part of no don’t you understand?”
“I know Derek was an idiot.”
She huffed. “Everyone knows your brother’s an idiot.”
“You’re hurt, but I’m glad.”
“I’m glad he’s out of the picture.”
“And so are you!”
“I’m up for a challenge.”
“So, go climb the Everest!”
“Only with you.”
“Rhymes with prickly,” he whispered as he led her to the dance floor.
That was fun to write! I hope you enjoyed their witty banter 😉 There will never be a dull moment with this couple!
It’s Sunday and time for Sunday Photo Fiction. Below is the picture which inspired me to write the following flash fiction of slightly over 100 words, although according to the rules, you can write up to 200 words. Thank you Susan for hosting and Susan Spaulding for the photo prompt.
The Secret Door
Dr. Smith pushed her glasses to the top of her nose. ‘Can you describe how you’re feeling, Sarah?’
‘I’m lying down in the middle of the street, in my school uniform, while passersby throw stones over my motionless body.’
Dr. Smith nodded as if she understood. ‘Close your eyes, Sarah. Imagine you’re a bystander watching. What can you see?’
‘A girl buried under a huge, grey stone pyramid.’
She smiled. ‘Look again, Sarah. Perhaps you’re not under the pyramid, you’re inside it and there’s a way out.’
‘Like a secret door?’
Dr. Smith nodded. ‘Exactly.’
Dr. Smith leaned towards her patient. ‘I’m here to help you find it.’