To frost dress
With the chill
To frost dress
With the chill
The floods had culled the herd. The fires cleansed the land of dead, returned the grasses to the dirt, where bones lay, staring at the sky, unbleached. They will not be interred.
A falcon soared above their heads. It dove and disappeared, its freedom deferred, its sight hidden under the dark small caps it let have drawn over its vision in a servitude preferred.
The stallion whinnied. The yearlings, cocky and too young to know better, had cantered up ahead. They stopped at the sound of his impatience and turned about as their obedience stirred. But the mares and foals kept close on dancing legs. The smell of smoke still in the air rendered them simultaneously docile and quick to bolt, their reason blurred.
He knew why that was. The two-legged that had fled, have returned. And the smoke curling from the nostrils of their leather dwellings rose, awakening dread.
The pressing grain
And the common
To reach high
Toward the sky
And the water rushed
From the top
Of the mountain
To the valley below,
Urged by the
Of life in
For the Wits-End Challenge: Motion
Let your mind wander
In waking reverie
To the places where
Underneath the snowy
Wrapped in the arms
Yet to come.
Take heed where
Out of the blue
Slides a clear
That more change
Is in queue.
They said it would get warm, but they didn’t say how quickly or how relentlessly. He thought it would take decades.
He was wrong.
Trees still foliaged but most other plants withered. Same for people.
It killed the young, old, weak, and callous. The talking heads had babbled about it before TV stopped. They couldn’t justify cooling the studios when the grid struggled to air-condition hospitals. Not that the latter did much good.
He sighed and retreated from the window. Ignored his daughter’s empty bed. They were warned. By the time they deigned to listen, it was already too late.
For the Friday Fictioneers Challenge
As the world tilts between breath
As the sea ebbs and flows
I remember my core
Of my soul,
Batteries filled again
Making my spirit
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