Cool, crisp
The crunch of leaves underfoot
Coffee, steaming in the morning air
Water in a kettle
A bag in a mug
Silence, birdsong
Crackle, shimmer
The lambent light of warmth
Woodsmoke, drifting upward
Embers, sparking
Life, fleeting, brilliant
Bundled, safe
Reds, yellows
Leaves falling, trees bare
Resting, recovering
Dormant, quiet
Visible, yet hidden
Safe, inside
Fog
Light
Rays through the mist
Fresh, new beams
Pure, white
A hand, gripping my hand
Arms wrapped tight
Soft, persistent vibrations
Dim, but shining light
A phone comes to life
Showing the name
Of loved ones dear
Solitude, peace
A trickle of water
Running, babbling
A lazy, gentle stream
Darkness, stars
Twinkling and shimmering
Winking from ancestral homes
Beyond reach
New, old
Ends and beginnings
Each season
A new beginning
Each season
A new ending
Cyclic
Time
A place for all
Home
Peace
About the Creator
Kevin Rowlett
I have been writing in some form or another since high school. I am primarily a fiction writer, including sci-fi, realistic fiction, and fantasy. I am excited to see where my writing goes, and (hopefully) how I entertain my audience. Enjoy.
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