Cynthia A. Morgan's Blog, page 26

The Little Things

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Its All the Little Things

That Make Life an Absolute Beauty.

~Morgan~

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Breathtaking Photograph by: Autumn-mountain-foliage_-_Virginia_-_ForestWander

Indian Summer

Indian Summer
Ahhhh!!!

Yes, as much as I do not care for Summer and Summer does not care for me, I love Indian Summer. I agree that might sound like an oxymoron or, at the very least, sound rather peculiar, but when you consider the source of the statement…. (be kind, now!)

Oddly enough, as much as the sun and I do not get along, at this time of the year we are on comparatively friendly terms and it’s refreshing to go outside and enjoy the UN-humid air and the lush scents of leaves and late summer flowers. When the sun slants and the breeze billows to softly tousle your hair, contentment sits smiling on your shoulder. (Ok, so I can’t help being poetic, even when I’m trying not to be poetic…my apologies)

Remember Fall when you were a child? The heaps of fragrant leaves all raked together just so you could run for all you were worth and hurl yourself with wild abandon into their feathery midst? (Come on, you remember; I know you did that too!) Remember the joy, the giggles, and the jubilant expectation that thrilled through you while you watched the pile being re-accumulated just for you? (or for your sibling/friend, but honestly, they don’t count here, do they? No, didn’t think so)

This reminds me of the Peanuts cartoon where Linus takes a flying leap into the pile of leaves that Charlie Brown has just finished raking together, only to emerge with a face full of foliage and a lollipop covered in leaves. Thank you Linus for teaching us the invaluable lesson that we should never jump into a pile of leaves with a wet sucker!

Indian Summer also brings to mind late season picnics, the last of the corn on the cob and, perhaps, the last of the hamburgers &/or hot dogs cooked on the grill as well. Oh those perfectly temperate days, cool evenings; that golden sunshine (rather than the blistering glare of July), and even the ubiquitous spider webs (that invariably give me the willies, because where there’s a web…)

In our area of Pennsylvania the fields of corn and soy beans come down (cattle fodder, generally) and countless raptors wheel overhead, soaring on the bounteous breeze that follows the Appalachians, moving from North to South in their yearly migrations. The gardens get cleaned up and cleared out; the squirrels start gathering their nests high in the yawning boughs of trees, and the last of the summer crickets trill and chatter the day long. It’s the loveliest time of year, really. Apple Cider entices, Caramel Apples beg attention (and generally receive it!), and Buttercream Pumpkins (a personal favourite), for a short time, fill the sweets dish.

Indian Summer in all its glamour makes me ever covetous of luminous sunbeams and the crunch of crimson and bronze leaves; fills my memory with jack o lanterns and Halloween costumes; entices me to pause, breathe deep (hopefully without sneezing!) (sorry, broke the spell, there) and enjoy the warm shimmer sensually enveloping those few brief days of Autumn.

Ahhhhhhh!!!
Indian Summer.

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Beautiful Photography by: cynthiafleury.photoshelter.com others found on Pinterest.  Credit Acknowledged to the Amazing Original Photographers. Thank You.

Autumn’s Caress – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Morning in the Mist

Shivers coursing o’er the skin

Autumn’s Sweet Caress

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To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see  The Original Post from Day One

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Day 335 / 365

 

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on Google.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer.  Thank You~

Echoes -#Halloween #Poetry

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The Forgotten Cry

Whispers shouted at the moon

In Crimson Echoes

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on Google. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~

Haunted – #Halloween #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Stark Haunted places

Whispers from the other side

Unheard Memories

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You~

Silver Lethargy – #Halloween #Poetry

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Bide the hours of Silver Lethargy

Symposium of shadows in swirling haze

Mocking the Glimmers of Brightest daytide

As words and music shrivel and fade

Silence beckons in Silver Lethargy

Whispers Unheard serrating

As Darkness Grasps with manacle claws

And Laughter echoes, Mimicking and Prating

Silver whims and ebon sighs

Leeching from the cowl of night

As heartbeats pause and breath subsides

Waken to Emptiness

Live in Fright!

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~Morgan~

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Photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You~

Suspiration – #Gothic #FlashFiction for #Halloween

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Halls stained with silent shadows and serrating whispers bled into the dimness of the icy ether as the glimmer of light from beyond cracked glass panes struggled to permeate the chill. Amid the perturbed hush, a suspiration of frosty air snaked its away along the columns and cold, gray stone; reaching for what lay beyond its grasp; hoping for one last connection with what was long since lost.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful photograph found on Google Images. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original Photographer. Thank You~

Lost – #MicroFiction for #Halloween

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In the hollow darkness, nothing felt real. I stood for a protracted moment, waiting for my eyes to adjust while listening with strangely heightened senses for the sound that had led me there. Nothing. Not a single vibration shook the stillness; not the faintest hint of a whisper; nor even the softest sigh. Nothing. The wilting shadows held me captive without chains or manacles, a prisoner within myself, standing alone in absolute nothingness. Then it happened, and all was Lost. My roommate switched on the light.

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~Morgan~

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Photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~

Transfixed – #50WordStories of #Halloween

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Shadows writhed against the blackness as the echoes of the unremembered cried into the silence. Staring into the flames, we were transfixed; bound through the enigma of what we thought was enrapturing. Little did we know our souls stood still, listening to those we chose to neither see nor acknowledge.

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~Morgan~

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Image found on Google. Credit Gratefully acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~

#Halloween #Poetry – The Fog

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Stillness Whispers All Around,

Delicate,

Imperceptible,

Incongruous Sound;

The Hush Speaking softly

Of Another place and Time;

Bending Perception

Through Inharmonious Rhyme.

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The Fog Enwraps From Every Side,

Closing In,

Drawing Out

An Indiscernible Cry;

The Mist Breathing Blithely,

A Leviathan of Olde;

Enshrouding Inexorably

With Inescapable Cold.

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Beautiful Photograph found at: .inspiringwallpapers.net. Credit Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You!