my first motion picture…
dead leaves and branches falling
swept across the snow
Copyright © February 2, 2020, by Lizl Bennefeld.
All rights reserved.
NaHaiWriMo 2020, day 2 prompt: “first movie”
Childhood memories: autumn storms, blizzards, branches tumbling to the ground from the dozen cottonwood trees surrounding the house, viewed through floor-to-almost-ceiling windows five feet across. The bright flash of a lightning strike running down a towering tree, splitting the bark and tossing branches. And then the thunder clap, the feeling of the ground’s shaking. Our shaking at such a close call. In my later years, I am content that we have no tall, full-branched trees anywhere in our yard.
Note: Still having problems seeing adequately without my eyeglasses, which seem always, these days, to be in a room where I’m not. Please forgive any typos. I am not getting up to look for the glasses. —EWB
if trees had wings—
need not trust to fickle winds
to safely bear their seed
if the heart could hear tomorrow…
choose to go or stay
Copyright © 2018-08-12, by Elizabeth (Lizl) Bennefeld.
Link: The Color Pink.
flowers may freeze
and turn brown on their stems
while thistles still thrive
— © today, by me