Browsing Category: Short Story

               She watched her nephew play in the lawn and thought to autumn dream envisioned in see and live of place and light—just as it was then.                Had she seen it wrong, or was vision still becoming, living now but further sign, premonition, and affirmation of what was to become?                She did not […]

               She felt him in the sign: in yellow light of golden hour in sky-fall all around, glowing western sky in immolation that did not consume, but awed, and cast in span to reach and frame of horizon in all directions of her vast and open view.                She felt him in the dazzle.  She […]

               Verdant bough was past its height and peak of hue and bloom.  Edges of its tender petals curled in wilt and first of yellow-show even as heart and broad of the fine white-pink held open, delicate, and bright.                She looked upon the sight, appreciating the beauty that remained.  The beauty was never made […]

        She joined him in the evening view, as nighttime settled in; sounds of the wind chimes in gentle’s blow, celestial in airy notes—of the earth, man, but more and further too.           A cool returned, absent in day, and she covered herself in wrap and hold of arms.  Silent, they shared […]