A FALL DAY

A beautiful fall day.
A pebbled path through the red.
Charcoal steps leading up.
Fantasies flow through my head.
The leaves lift off
Until the day turns dark.
I’m trapped inside
A red swirl in the park.
The rain trickles.
The wind cackles.
I flee for...

 

A beautiful fall day.

A pebbled path through the red.

Charcoal steps leading up.

Fantasies flow through my head.

 

The leaves lift off

Until the day turns dark.

I’m trapped inside

A red swirl in the park.

 

The rain trickles.

The wind cackles.

I flee for safety

On raised hackles.

 

The path is gone.

Night has come too soon.

The path is gone.

Lost in the full moon.

 

THE DICTATES OF OLD MAN WINTER

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The epic battle of the seasons.

Old Man Winter 

erase all signs of Fall.

He covers the ground 

with his icy cold snow.

But Fall holds her leaves close

to her body and her heart.

Some have fallen,

lone casualties of war.

The battle rages

on the ground,

in the air,

and on the water.

Fall will have to succumb

to the dictates of Old Man Winter.

She has no choice.

She puts up a valiant battle.

She will be back after Summer

finishes heating the earth.

Farewell.

We’ll see you soon.

SCARED TO DEATH

 

They come in the night.

Take all with their might.

A town scared to death.

From their deadly breath.

I watch the town fall.

Come one and come all.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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NATURE’S THRALL

 

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    A beautiful fall day.

    A path through the red.

    Charcoal steps leading up.

    An adventure for me.

    Until the day turns dark.

    The leaves lift off. 

    Creating a red swirl.

    Around me in its haste.

    The wind cackles.

    The rain trickles.

    Night has come.

    The path is gone.

    And so is the day.

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    I look out at the sea so pure.

    A vision of delight and more.

    Setting sun is coming down.

    But there’s no reason to frown.

    I could see the ocean floor.

    Look at me I’m out the door.

    The sun may be gone for the day.

    The moon will soon be here to play.

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    A fantasy come to life.

    Waves of purple and pink.

    Carpeting of green.

    Fragrance of heaven.

    A bench for dreaming.

    The fantasy has come to me.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 31

Off to the gingerbread house we go
On this fine fall day.
The country road yawns before us,
Pointing the way with pebbled arms.

Shana is laughing up a storm,
Similar to the one building around us.
Swirling gusts lead us by the hand
To a cottage made not by man.

The house floats in a dewy gauze of its own,
Shielded from any attacks or storms.
It glistens and shimmers in the fading light
As we draw closer to its unfailing might.

The front door opens at our approach,
An extended arm our only invitation.
I want to leave but Shana says,
“Linda, let’s see who lives inside.”

Before I could answer she walks in,
Leaving me alone in the dying day.
Pebbles unearth themselves in my direction
Until I’m forced to seek shelter from the storm.

An older couple wait for us inside,
Wearing clothes from days long gone.
They show us around their unusual home,
Where rooms are shrines to their grown children.

We are led to the attic to find a lone rocking chair,
Facing the forest and deserted country road.
The woman explains they are The Watchers,
Watching over the town for errant vampires.

My ears are ringing and my heart is pounding
As I listen to her words in disbelief.
She says there’s always a Watcher in the rocking chair
As the chair begins to rock on its own.

We flee the scene of our worst nightmare,
Determined never to return to this awful place.
We don’t know whether to believe her story,
But the chair did begin to rock in its place.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

THE SINKHOLE

THE SINKHOLE

A sinkhole where the house has stood

Lies deep in the deserted wood.

Where has everyone gone to?

The grass and trees are gone too.

A house and garden have once stood here.

Now there is only the ground laid bare.

Could they be in the tunnels below?

And hear me if I yell out hello?

I hear rumbling coming from the hole.

The loose rocks are beginning to roll.

I should leave before it’s too late

And I suffer the same sad fate.

THE DEAD GAME
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