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Write 33 words about a personal fear. Each age has its own fear. I've been blessed to live as long as I have. My fear - not being able to take care of myself.
Leaves are brittle
Cooler winds blow
Tassels of sage grass glittering as they float in the sun
Wild daisy a fluff of seed.
Gloriies and drama
Lost in the quiet darkness of winter.
This is an imperfect analogy. Every winter has been spent with the knowledge that spring and summer would be here. The idea of a winter, without warm weather to look forward to, is truly frightening.
ReplyDeleteDepends. About, the second week of January, everything is dormant and then slowly the plants reemerge, which is the rebirth of the seasons cycle.
DeleteI'm comparing the cycle to a lifetime. Fall flowers have been brilliant this year. But the days will get shorter and plants will ease into dormancy. I feel the aging process.
Beautiful imagery and fear expressed here. Very enjoyable read. Thanks for linking up and don't forget to come back and vote!
ReplyDeleteThe melancholic imagery of the winter of life, so well presented in your words. Thoughtful write.
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Beautiful metaphor! I love that last line in particular. Gorgeously done!
ReplyDeleteI like the comparison of aging to the dormancy of winter. I think many of us fear not being able to care for ourselves.
ReplyDeleteLovely writing. I relate so much.
ReplyDeleteThe winter of life can be scary. You captured it well.
ReplyDeleteVery good, and close to home for me as well. Great 33
ReplyDeleteLove the imagery here.
ReplyDeleteI think about that too. It seems there is always something to be afraid of in this life.
ReplyDeleteWell done, Ann. This touched me:)
I recall the fear of atomic winter.. and this is what comes to my mind.
ReplyDeleteI never liked teaching environmental science. We knew the science and it falls on deaf ears. Nuclear winter is indeed a fearsome possibility.
DeleteSuch a beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteSuch a terrifying fear.
I used to think I wouldn't mind being taken care of. Now I know how much I'd mind.
lost in the quiet darkness of winter...I feel this at every change in seasons, holidays...curtains fall down and a piece of something precious melts away...good writing.
ReplyDeleteInteresting take... It sounds almost beautiful.
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