Writing – Closet Novelist

The Herald

THE HERALD Hello! Do you see? No yet, oh no, but soon – ho! Cold, dark, mean winter!

DOMESTICATED Screams deep in the night Awaken primal fears; long Buried memories. Walls offer safety, comfort – And loss of our feral self.

EDEN Enveloped by green. Golden light, birdsong, warm breeze. Quiet contentment.

CYCLE Look! I’ll be gone soon… Back to where I came, to sleep – Until I return.

BANDIT Stealth steps through the night. Curious, feral and masked – At home in the dark.

GOLD Scurry draws the gaze – The Sun’s favorite among trees, Crowned in golden light.

LEAF PEEPERS Audible gasp, “Oh!” Vibrant colors! Reds! Orange! Joy before the cold.

YANKEE SUMMER So scarce, fleeting here. Bursts of green; long, golden days. Warmth not long to stay.

NOCTURNAL Piercing the silence, Through the open window a Howl; nature intrudes.

WOOD SPRITES Dappling sunlight. Winding, rocky path; only Alone can I hear.