Sherbrooke Forest | By Penny Whetton
The trees have been hurt,
Scarred by the recent storm.
Their leaves have fallen,
Fallen soldiers of nature’s war.
Without a proper burial,
No one will mourn for them.
New leaves will soon sprout
And take their place.
The cycle will continue
Through time and space.
SAY A PRAYER FOR ME
A casualty of war.
A casualty of nature.
Sad.
Alone.
Drifting.
In pieces.
No more music.
Lying silent forever.
Say a prayer for me.
THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST
IN THE BEGINNING
The town of Oasis is plagued by dark shadows. Shana and her friends plan their own line of defense. They believe Wolf is responsible for the deaths and disappearances in town.
Shana’s friends sit around her table in the back room of her mystical store with the lights off and the front door securely locked. A small candle on the table provides the only light in the room. Shadows on the walls sway back and forth with the motion of the flickering flame. Each time the shadows move, Shana jumps a little inside, remembering the dark figures that have been stalking her.
Despite the fear racing through her icy veins, she says to the others, “We must confront Wolf on our own. “
The epic battle of the seasons.
Old man winter tries to
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 in the water.
Fall will have to succumb
to the dictates of Old man winter.
She has no choice.
But she puts up a valiant battle.
She will be back after Summer
finishes heating the earth.
Farewell.
We’ll see you soon.
Casualty of war.
Casualty of nature.
Sad.
Alone.
Drifting.
In pieces.
No more music.
Silence forever.
Say a prayer for me.
