Monday, June 25, 2012

Sunlight

      Sunlight. Touching the tips of trees, far away hills, a church spire. A soft golden glow on the edges of the world - on the bowl of the sky smeared with white-orange gobs of oil paint. And stillness.  Still and quiet and alone I stand in the shadowed center of the honeyed edges of the world.  A thousand whispers through the trees caress and sway the gold-tipped branches, send ripples through a pond of grass, hold me in a perfect moment of joyful loneliness.

2 comments:

  1. I really liked the tone you took with sunlight. Sun is naturally associated with positive moods; describing it as morose but beautiful was clever. I love the phrase "hold me in a perfect moment of joyful loneliness." You should use this setting in one of your stories. It would be an interesting way to begin.

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  2. this sounds so familiar! did you take inspiration from a novel? great imagery btw

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