Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson
Spring has left, and taken the colours with her.
Soon winter will arrive to shroud the earth.
Then even their headstones will no longer be seen.
The lights of Christmas will no longer twinkle for me.
There will be no songs, no gifts under a tree.
What had been, will no longer be.
And because my heart is frozen, autumn cries for me.
Image © bigbenalpha via deviantart
In response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers challenge of 8th December based on a photo by Dale Rogerson.
That was so sad and lovely and I had to read it twice.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thank you
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Lovely passing of the seasons.
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It’s very humbling to realise that no matter how much our grief, the world still exists and time still moves on.
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That was beautifully done.
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Thank you
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The heart may be frozen, but it still cries. Beautiful.
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Whether choose to express it or not, the heart always feels.
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Dear Sheena,
Beautifully sad. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Peace be upon you too Rochelle.
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Awweeee. Poignant one that. Loved it.
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Thank you
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What a beautiful, sad poem, Sheena, with a depth to it that is not immediately apparent.
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I’m happy that you felt it. Thank you.
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