Winter Drab

November 18, 2014 Off By Lisa

Nearly all of the trees were bare now.

Bare Tree CropJust days ago, the world was alive with the vibrant hues of mid-Autumn. The sun set every branch aflame with its golden touch and the red, orange, yellow exploded everywhere.

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But now the trees stood naked before the glaring eye of winter chill, their branches stripped by last night’s cold, cruel wind. Those few that remained leaf-clad wore winter drab, just a few brown straggling threads clinging stubbornly, crying, “we won’t go!”

Through the Branches Crop

“It’s probably an omen,” she observed.

They had argued this morning. Again. And there was the argument last night.

“I hate listening to you argue.” The words rang painfully.

The rest of the drive looked much the same…brown after brown after brown and then gray. She wanted just one more fiery orange, just one more red. None. She turned to go inside, away from the drab slicing wind.

Field Crop

The sun polished the leaves of the holly bush.

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About The Author

Lisa A. Listwa is a self-employed writer with experience in education, publishing, and the martial arts. Believing there was more to life than punching someone else’s time clock and inspired by the words of Henry David Thoreau, she traded her life as a high school educator for a life as a writer and hasn’t looked back. She is mother to one glorious handful of a daughter, wife to the nicest guy on the planet, and reluctant but devoted owner of three Rotten Cats. You can find her adventures and thoughts on living life deliberately here on the blog.

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