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winter:
wake up to an early day, the sun blinding with its intensity. looking out the window you give a squeek of excitement and run out, tossing on cloths as you run to the door. swinging it open you run out twirling and laughing as your boots sink into the lovely white fluff. smilling you look acrost the yard at the wonderouse blanket of snow covering everything and sticking in the trees making everything white and gray, simmingly simple. the trees now empty and the hidden paths of the forest lay bare to the wondering eye but you resist the temptation to explore them in favor of pulling out the beaten and worn sled from two winters ago. and as you slide down the hill, your eyes closed and mouth open to cetch any snowflakes you can, you think how wonderfull it is. alass as your energy wears thin and your heat quickly dissapating, the sun setting in the distance casting dark shadows all around, you turn back twords the house and slowly slink inside. pulling off your outer-wear you stand by the woodstove to heat up, the house barely warmer then outside now that the sun was retreating. your hair dirpping and nose red you return to your safe haven, plesently heated with an electric heater (your only real deffence against the steadily decreasing temperatures) and yawning you curl up in bed to sleep.
spring:
yawning and stretching your muscles, lazily looking out the window. the soft bird songs and the integrety of the grean world bursting with new life tempting you out of your sunwarmed bed. leasurly puting on your faverate spring skirt you leave the house with the usual in mind, sunbathing. moving to a plesent patch of grass you test it with your bare toes to be sure there is no moisture to be had and setling down you lay on your belly, sun beating down on your back and the fresh sent of grass in your nose. purring softly to yourself you listen to the world around you bursting with life, the soft tickle of an ant on your toe making you squirm slightly but you stay there and wait. when the sun heats your back to a near burning temperature you roll and turn your eyes from the linding golden light, your belly quickly heating up and you stretch your legs lazily. now that your relaxed and warm you climb up from your comfertable spot and wander until your toes sink into the chilly wet moss at the top of the hill, shivering you shake the mosture from your feet and move into the wooded area, walking on the soft leaf covered floor as you avoid stepping on the sticks beneth. wiggling your toes you head up hill but as the sky lightens, turning the clouds purple you decide to head back reluctently. sighing softly you step from dead leafs to growing grass to th lifeless gravel of the driveway, the tainted puddles shinning eirily pinks and blues at you as you pass and return back inside and up to the slowly cooling room youd awoken in. you quickly change and curl up in bed, looking out the window as the sun sets and the stars are reborn into the sky in the endless cycle of birth and rebirth that symbolized the time of year.
summer:
stretching you throw off your blankets, the hot sun reflecting of your sweaty skin as you slowly pull yourself from sleep and get dressed. yawning and walking to the door you wipe the sweat from your eyes and open the door to let the wind in. the heat pounds down on you and you step back into the shadows but you have no intention of remaining inside today. in long hoping strides you sprint twords the line of trees and stop just inside the shade, wiggling your toes in the puddles winding its way down the hill. sighing in pleasure you turn from your home and walk to the calls of the wild, birds sining and squirls darting from brance to branch making the leaves wrussle. smiling you head uphill moving steadily away from the house, the sound of watter slowly getting louder. stoping half way up the hill you turn to look down a steep incline to the bubbling stream below, digging your toes in you decend and more of the scenery comes into view. wonderouse waterfalls jutting up from the ground and the sparking water pours off the rocks and under the moss covered log. smilling you head in that direction to the perfect spot. cimbing up the slippery rocks you reach the top and lounge purring on a large rock, jutting out above the watterfall to alow the perfect view of the rushing blue below. yawning and closing your eyes you fall into a peaceful slumber with images of beauty and wonder dancing in my head like the sunlight in glistening puddles. when you open your eyes, still dazed you reolize the sun has begun to dip in the sky and the starts begin to be seen. jumping to your feet you dig your fingers andd toes into the side of the fill as you climb back up the steep incline and head back to the house. the shadows of the trees follow you, the animalls haunting your steps and begging you to stay but you hurry on your way retretting your short stay. "tomarrow" you promise the forest as you slip out into the open and down the hill to your lodging. up the steps you hurry an into your bed with just enough time to watch the jambery. bats bats and more bats. they fly from the attic and out into the sky, swooping and whirling and darting by your window, compleatly unaware of your watching eyes as you slowly drift to sleep.
fall:
the fantastic shades of oranges and yellows and reds and even the dule browns jump out at you as your eyes flutter open, snapping awake you jump outa bed, the sun half hidden by clouds not quite keeping your bed warm. shivering as a few maple leaves floated past your window on a gust of wind. slugishly you get dressed and make your way outside, the ground cold against your bare feet but you ignore it as you search the trees for what your looking for. grabbing a small woven basket you head for the tree line and as you aproach you stop to kneel at a small pittaful looking bush of soft pink flowers. you know they dont last long so you pick a few, breathing in their sweet scent before gently placing them in the basket. heading into the woods you pick up several things including the largest oak leaf, a leaf of every color and a canadian lily, a snow white blossom and the bery off a plant you cant quite remembers name, and you place them all lovingly inside your basket. leaving the trees you pick up a morning glory at the driveway and a wild raspary in the ditch, a hunny suckle and a wild trawbarry from the hill and as you move tword the animal graveyard, sadness swelling in your belly as the memories of its ocupants floud back, you kneel before three large wooden crosses and pull off a small section of leaves from a furn growing ontop of the graves and a small round mushroom. placing them in the basket you turn away, sighing softly to yourself and move away from the sadness to gather two more things. the small vined lily was easy enough to find but it took a while of looking before you lound the last thing you wanted. a lovely jack-in-the-pulpit. the outside hooded and green to camoflage the beauty of the purple intearier. it was gorgouse, if only in your eyes. and as you carry your prizes back to the house you glance at the sky as it darkens, the clouds a deathy blue-gray as the sun sines a few last golden orange rays. you turn to go inside. up in your room you open the window, shivering at the bitter cold wind but you keep it open so you can lean out to watch the moon in the sky. the silvery gary circle showing clearly despite the sun still being on the horrizon. as you watch the last of the glow fade from the sky leaving only the moon you resist the urge to just throw back your head and howl at its gloriouse purfection but you promise yourself that someday, when all is right and everyone is gone, that you will rase you chin high and let your voice echo against the sky as so many of the anchants had done and with that wispered on the breaze, you drift off, the chilly wind gently caressing your face as you begin to dream.
 phurrys revenge · Mon Mar 28, 2011 @ 08:27pm · 0 Comments |
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