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The leaves are falling
Like red and gold confetti
Welcoming autumn
Like red and gold confetti
Welcoming autumn
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Leaping Spring
Spring leaps out of winter's ridged frame. Nimble, lithe and energetic. Welcoming children to play their games. The framed stillness of a winter day. Brightness glinting off the snow like someone plucked the stars from their stay But, spring soars like a dove. As rain falls on our shoulders. A cleansing from above
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Christmas at Sea
The fog was thick that winter night
Out in the Irish Sea.
We paced out a cold Middle Watch
The Bosun's mate, and me...
The fo'c'sle lads were in their berths
The officers a-bed,
Jake the mate rang our ship's bell,
'It's Christmas Day,' he said.
Eight times the bell rang in the night
And started the new day,
Then both of us drew up in fright
And Jake cried out, 'Belay!
'There's voices rising from the deep!'
I nodded, for I'd heard.
A lantern's gleam rose aft of us,
And the fo'c'sle stirred.
'Peace on the Earth,
'And out at sea,
'Goodwill to land-born hearts!
'From us to you, on Christmas Day!
'One folk the water parts!'
The men and office
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Happy New Year
‘Happy New Year.’ ‘You could maybe try to say it like you mean it, darling.’ I gesture at the broken glass sparkling across the living room carpet, wondering if my mother was being obtuse on purpose, but then I’d long since stopped trying to figure her out. ‘It wasn’t exactly a successful evening, was it?’ - this was one of the last times I saw either of them, actually. It seems … apt now that one of my last memories of my father is anger. His face apoplectic. Screwed up and red, apart from his lips which were strained into two white lines. I couldn’t tell you, even now, if he meant to throw the glass. I definitely don’t think he meant to hit the cabinet. It had belonged to his mother. It stuck in his craw that she had left it to me in her will, but even so. I don’t think he’d have wanted to see it destroyed. And certainly not by something he would have dismissed as histrionics had they happened to somebody else - ‘Well, the
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This is my submission to 
's writing prompt, the theme this week being autumn. Written in the haiku format.
's writing prompt, the theme this week being autumn. Written in the haiku format. © 2010 - 2024 Created-By-Caz
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