Greetings! It’s yet again a Saturday, and so it’s time for another blog post! Time seems to be going by very fast recently. My summer is turning out to be very busy. But I’m loving all of it! 😀
This week I wasn’t sure what to post. I wanted a new idea, and so I just decided to peruse my Pinterest board on writing to see if I could find something. I came across a prompt I liked, and about an hour later had churned out what I’m posting this week! It’s a bit rough, since I only just wrote it, but I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. Let me know what you think!
Here’s the prompt:
And here’s what I came up with!
Silence. The world is sleeping under the mantle of snow and dusk. All is quiet and dark. Then slowly, almost imperceptibly, the sky begins to brighten. The grey clouds turn rosy pink as the sun struggles up from the depths. The quiet is broken by a bird chip. It is joined by another and another, until a whole chorus of feathered friends are stretching their rusty voices. The light becomes brighter, bringing a slow warmth that rouses the earth from its long sleep. It stretches its stiff arms out to the light, inviting the warmth to invade and fill it up. Trees begin to shudder with the sap that courses through their long-empty veins. The sap quickens with the warmth that is rising from the earth, and the life begins to run through the eternal cycle once again. The rustling of the budding leaves joins the bird chorus – nature’s orchestra is tuning up. Fresh green grass blades poke their heads above the ground, having been awakened by the warming whispers of new life. They are soon joined by the tender buds of snow drops and daffodils that reach their faces up to the warm sky. The sounds of growing life all melt together into a cacophony of noise. Finally, the sun rises high in the sky. The earth is warm, life is springing up, and the orchestra begins to play the glorious overture of spring.
The sun is up – a ball of fire that heats this ball of wonder and busyness that we call the earth. The life that was awakened in spring is now thrumming away, set solidly in the cycle. The sky has never seemed bigger than now, as it arches bluely over the warm, green earth. Animals of all shapes and sizes go about their daily business, the thumps of their feet reverberating deep underground. They meet and part and eat and sleep, and their lives go ever onwards with the sun. Birds chatter in flight, swooping and gliding in the sweet air. Breezes beckon and billow, dancing with the leaves and skipping over the fields. Children’s laughter mingles with the giggling of the streams that bubble and rush on their merry way towards the ocean. When they reach there, they gladly run to meet the great Mother Ocean, falling into her salty embrace. Hands of all shapes and sizes join as people of all shapes and sizes dance among the lacy spray. Sand is shifted into castles and out of holes, shells are collected and seaweed is draped and thrown. Delighted screams and joyous laughter fills the air to mingle with the screak of gulls. The sun beats down, warming the earth and the hearts of people. Summer has arrived.
The music of the earth slows. The hectic pace of summer is dying off, and the trees are turning russet and gold. Pumpkins glow plumply in their brown fields, and the stubble of harvested wheat rolls on forever. The air turns crisp with the apples that ripen and crispen heavily in the orchards. The birds are singing their last songs before flying south, and the dying leaves are rustling louder in the clear air. The sky is clear, the air is clear, and the music of the earth is singing out as clear as it can for the last time. The leaves begin to fall, spinning in the playful breezes and dancing to the sound of multiplication tables being recited. They pile up in glorious crimson gold and honey brown swathes. Falling chestnuts nestle on the beds of dying leaves, and squirrels scurry to bury their acorns underneath the earth. The first frost comes, turning the grass into icy needles, and exploding starry patterns across every smooth surface. Puddles turn into tiny ice skating rinks, hard and clear, but easily shatter into fragments underneath the mischievous boots of playful children. Animals of all shapes and sizes hurry to finish their nests and burrows. It is nearly time to head for bed. The sap slows in the trees, the rivers skim over with ice. The earth melody is slowing, receding, dying underneath the spell of Autumn.
The wind whistles over the barren countryside and rattles the bare tree branches. The sky is a low hanging blanket, a giant grey drum skin stretched over the sleepy world. The birds have all flown south, leaving a world void of their trilling choruses. Their songs have been replaced with the low lullabies of the animals singing themselves to sleep. The nooks and nests and burrows are all lined with grass and filled with small furry and feathered bodies. Rain falls, chilling the earth. The sun is but a memory, its warmth is something of yesterday. Slowly the cold creeps over the earth, bringing its companions of ice, wind and snow – the trio that replaces the orchestra. They begin to play, shrilling their wild and lonely memory, covering the land in freezing whiteness. Then another song joins them, one of joy and celebration. It brings to mind lighted trees and secrets, gifts and candles. The carols whisper among the snow-laden firs, and ring out with the church bells. The sounds of nature and of humanity mingle together in a rising crescendo, and then finally peters out. The earth is blanketed in muffling snow and ice. Silence once again descends upon a sleeping world. The cycle is complete. Winter is here.
Let’s chat! What is your favourite season and why? Is your summer turning out to be really busy too?