Browsing Category: Short Story

        Sunlight filtered through the sky, clouds as gossamer strands in hold of the rays in catch and drift through air.  Glow lighted on the changing trees; yellow and ambers of pecans and sycamores in stand around the pond.         It was beautiful, ethereal, supernatural in sight and sense that affected into […]

        Leaves of the hackberries, willows, and birch reminded him of aspens—snow in the high country.  Yellows of them all, though bark more gray than aspen’s white, they were striking in a color and contrast to the barren harvested autumn-ground around.           Like the aspens, leaves of the willows fell first from […]

        He loved how there was always change: new details, accents, refinements of room that cast all known and loved as new.  However grand, however small, nuances that changed the spirit—spirit of a home, spirit of a home, the souls that lived amongst; visiting or making home.         Natural of tones, simple […]

        She felt the moon.  She felt the magic—both calling to her then.           A change on the wind, cool blow from the north.  There would be a killing frost; ice crystals’ suspend in air and sky forming halo around full moon, bright aurora around form, hinter-edged in prism light, kaleidoscopic in the […]