As the Wind

Looks can be deceiving. You see a tree, arms widespread, reaching for the evening stars at the end of autumn. I see the turning of the seasons, the earth’s heartblood siphoning up and away, leaching into the blue sky. Sitting under its canopy, I float away.


This is what I would have posted for the speakeasy, had I not been so busy reading all the Speakeasy posts. If you stumble upon it, go check out the actual entries.

The Speakeasy gave us the picture – a painting by Dutch artist Piet Mondrian called Avond (Evening): The Red Tree – and the first line: “Looks can be deceiving.” The limit was 750 words. As is my wont, I went for short and sweet.

Since I missed the speakeasy, I’m posting this on the moonshine grid!

15 responses to “As the Wind

  1. The Midnight Thief

    The same happened to me last week! I missed the deadline by two minutes! My Black Panther couldn’t compete against the others.
    I love the shortness of the piece and the ending.

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  2. Nice…a beautiful reflection!

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  3. This is majestic & beautiful.

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  4. A beautiful description of the changing seasons. I love the image evoked.

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  5. Glad you still decided to share this.

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  6. Beautiful reflection, Chirstine.

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  7. I love short and sweet. This poem has such beautiful imagery. If I repeated all the parts of the poem I like, I would pretty much be rewriting your poem in the comments: “…arms…reaching for the stars..” and “…earth’s heartblood…” and “I float away.” Very beautiful.

    Visiting from Moonshine.

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  8. Natalie DeYoung

    I’m bummed you missed the speakeasy! This is lovely, full of compact imagery. 🙂

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  9. This is beautiful. I particularly love: “You see a tree, arms widespread, reaching for the evening stars at the end of autumn.”

    Karen

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  10. Stellar words choices…..siphoning and leaching….just add to the glorious beauty of this short, but moving, post.

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  11. This is beautiful. I particularly love the thought and images prompted by, ‘…the earth’s heartblood siphoning up and away, leaching into the blue sky’

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  12. As usual, your writing beautifully conjures images for me. I’m sorry you missed the grid, but I’m glad you posted it here anyway! (So hard to keep up with writing AND commenting sometimes 🙂 )

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