Browsing Category: Short Story

               Gloam of dawn began deep and dark of navy sky, smoke umber of horizon line rising to green-indigo meet of divided sky, Venus’ morning star in navy’s depth high above and only heaven-sign that showed.                Change of the world, from dew, mist formed in veil and blanket-cover of the earth as birds began […]

               “Be surprised.”                It was a way, each new day, she chose evermore to live; no longer shaping life to contort of an expectation or in limit and confine to preconditions and perceptions.                 Be surprised.                One never knows what will be until after it is lived.  Why stress and force before it […]

               Morning’s rise, she thought to farm again—of its peace, a serenity that lived in prelude to and sun’s arrive as light-spill through cover of the trees.                 She thought of sunlight upon spring’s daffodils and their yellow shining back.  She thought of birds that nested on the tops of shudders making farm home theirs […]

               “I didn’t try for it to write that way,” he confessed in open tell, “but that’s where and way it went.”                She smiled, unminding and with a lightness of laugh dismissive of any worry.                “Sometimes it happens like that,” she answered.  Sound of further lightness and giggles’ carry followed from her words. […]

               “…we must learn to acknowledge that the creation is full of mystery; we will never entirely understand it.  We must abandon arrogance and stand in awe.  We must recover the sense of the majesty of creation, and the ability to be worshipful in its presence.  For I do not doubt that it is only […]

               “Anytime one crosses a given stretch of country with some frequency, no matter how wanderingly one begins, the tendency is always toward habit.  By the third or fourth trip, without realizing it, one is following a fixed path, going the way one went before.  After that, one may still wander, but only by deliberation, […]

               Silver cast upon the lawn, April morning frost of night and brevity-cold that would erase in rise and warmth of sun; but, in the moment, it was there.                She gazed upon it in the gloam of sky—reds, rose, and magenta hues glow-alchemized to gold—cool of the night sensed into room and touching through […]

               Rain came down.  They stayed indoors in shelter from sodden sky.  Cracked window, cool entered and slow-filled the room as they listened to the sound of rain on cement patter and quieter to lawn.                 Scent of coffee filled the room as last of pot was brewed.  Tendril of vine fell beside, dark of […]