Poem, Scenic, Short story, Weekend

Back to shelter.

The world emerged from winter, ready for life and seed.

From cold and sheltered homes, into the warm be freed.

And light will come to grace the sky, and show off heaven’s form.

But run along back toward your home, for so comes a horrid storm.

A response.

Lore, Poem, Scenic, Short story, Weekend

Standing to lead.

Bursting with energy and ready to act. Ready to take the world head on and take it by it’s throat. That all would submit and know that which is true. So all would feel that which is felt in this moment.

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Lore, Poem, Scenic, Short story, Weekend

So comes the next.

When the dawn comes, the dark will fade.

A darkness which was engulfing and omnipresent, which filled the sky, the sounds and smells of the world around, will be shown as an illusion to the great flame which rises in the sky.

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Poem, Scenic, Short story, Weekend

Stormy weather.

The day was slow and solemn. I woke to the sound of rain ushered by a gust, carelessly shattering the raindrops on anything it pleased. Remorselessly it came and went and did as it pleased to rain and tree alike.

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