Sep 26, 2013

Autumn and Ghosts

Autumn boils across the horizon in a stew of brown leaves. I turn my coat collar up trying to keep the damp chill from finding its way to my skin. There seems to be as much regret in the air as what stirs inside me. This time of the year always awakens my sleeping ghosts.


15 comments:

  1. Susie...
    It's just that simple,create a magic moment in time and emotion in 55 words.
    Yeah Right...:-)
    Only you succeeded gloriously and perfectly!
    I really liked the shade of gray you've given us
    Fantastic 55
    Thank you for the visit, thank you for this little Gem
    and please have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  2. nice...the boiling over stew of autumn is a very cool image susie....the regret & ghosts, the season def is evocative of those as well...nicely done...

    i rather like autumn though...smiles.

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    1. Thank you Brian...I enjoy autumn also, but it does feel like a time of ghosts.

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  3. Susie, I felt the chill of autumn in your words; and I think many of us have inner 'ghosts' that appear at this time of year! A vivid 55!

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  4. I love how your last line underlines the significance of the season for the speaker.

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  5. Fall will certainly do it. There's just something about this time of year that stirs the ghosts.

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    1. Thank you, yes it certainly seems to stir the ghosts for me.

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  6. I know what you mean. There's a basic melancholia to the season that raises specters of the past, and it's not just the damp chill.

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    1. Alice, it is definitely a time of haunting

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  7. Yes, they sleep, but the fall air can definitely make them restless. Sometimes it's not just leaves that blow in the wind of autumn, but memories. Enjoyed the switch-up to prose poem, Susie. And thanks so much for your kind words and support at my place. They mean a lot to me,.

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    1. Thank you Hedgewitch. I am trying my hand at prose. Perhaps someday I will attempt a short story.

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  8. me too - autumn smells of regret... and ghosts

    great 55

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  9. You nailed this... The beginning line is pure description and PUTS us there. The collar up, stirring of regrets (brings us back to the imagery of the stew)... all well done!

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