The falling

December 27, 2013

Wind battered. Rain sodden. Sun baked. For two hundred years the tree had braved the elements. But then the great storm came. Arms waving like a man overboard, the tree held on for dear life, hoping to be saved. Until finally it conceded it was time. Time to let go.

Windy-tree

** thanks to Daisy for setting me the challenge of writing about a tree today.

Underneath the stars

November 29, 2013

It is late. The moon rose hours ago, though I don’t know the time. An owl hollers overhead from its branch in the oak I lean against. Later, I make my leafy bed, warm in summer, though growing colder now. This is where I sleep the best, underneath the stars.

(see below for the fifth letter in the FIFTY WORDS SEARCH)

 underneath the stars

** today’s letter is H