When leaves turn gold,
I know that their time has come.
With roses for cheeks
And chirping laughter,
I watch them enter in loud hordes.
The sky grows dark,
Eclipsed by pearly clouds.
Fragile branches sag under heavy ice;
Bags droop under tired, learned eyes.
I watch as hordes become silent clusters.
Snow melts. Unveils
Emerald leaves no longer burdened.
With roses back on their cheeks,
Straight backs, relieved shoulders,
I watch as one by one they leave, triumphant.
Forgive me, readers; it has been seven months since my last blog entry. Shame! I hear you cry. And you would be fully justified in your outrage.
At first, my lack of writing sprouted out of very defensible circumstances: my day job took over my life. I used to drag my saggy eye-bags to the house at eleven in the evening, and winch my heavy bones out of bed at six the next day. So I could not necessarily be blamed for not being able to think of any stories during the sweet, drowsy hours between midnight and five. This went on for precisely one month. After that…no excuse. Apathy took over. I would think of my blog and suddenly I would feel iron claws crawling up my skin, weighing me down, preventing me from even attempting to think.
Now, I would love to say that this sickness affected only my blogging, but, alas, no! I haven’t written a single fictional word in this past eon; nothing, nada, niente, nichts (unless one counts the occasional email one drops to senior management every now and then when one feels the need to stay at home rather than dragging one’s being to the infernal labyrinth that is the office, but who’s counting?).
Now, I came back.
Much has changed.
I used to have a healthy selection of writing challenges that kept me busy every day of the week. Only, I returned to discover, to my dismay, that most are gone, ended and buried.
Not Friday Fictioneers, though…and oh the sweet tears I shed when I learnt that this challenge, this great, challenging challenge remains (no kidding here, I really did tear up!). I missed everything about Friday Fictioneers; the enticing pictures, the great stories, the embracing companionship from fellow writers, the rush to manage the weekly deadline…
Enough of my chit chat now. I hope you like my little piece, it’s been ages (as I explained extensively) so please be kind. I hope – I sincerely hope – that I will see you again next week.