1 o’clock
Thunder rolls
2 o’clock
Doors creak
3 o’clock
All is dark
4 o’clock
Lightning cracks
5 o’clock
Blood drips
6 o’clock
Chains rattle
7 o’clock
Ghosts moan
8 o’clock
Lights flicker
9 o’clock
Wind whips
10 o’clock
Branches snap
11 o’clock
Monsters creep
Midnight
They are watching.
Boo.
Yes, it’s true, I am rereading Harry Potter. This is my sixth time reading the series, and it gets better every time. The magic always hits me in the gut, and I get the wondrous feeling of discovering this universe. Time and time again, I love this book. It is witty, sweet, charming, and thought-provoking. Harry, Ron, and Hermione have been a part of my life for a very long time. This book is beautiful and I am thrilled to be reading it again.
Twitching and shivering
Holding hands with the breeze
Red and orange
I match the oak trees
I may be small, but I have power
I’m a package deal with winter
That is, if I fall
What am I?
October whispers goodbye as cold, dark hands wrench it away. It is long gone, in the claws of winter. But in two days, the night will stretch as far as it can, on it’s tippy toes so that Halloween night lasts till dawn. What with chocolate, hard candies, mints, and pastries, our stomach aches will keep us up half the night anyhow. Halloween breathes down my neck, icy cold and yet warm and soothing. It’s looks say “Stay out!” but it’s voice says “Come in.” Now I will blink a few times and November will be here. Only a few leaves left. Which will be the last one standing?
Down I go.
Down the rabbit hole.
Lost and confused
In a convoluted maze
Of passion, emotion, and fear.
Where am I?
I’m here!
In these dank tunnels.
Scary and sad,
Exciting and bright.
Yet not quite,
Because the rabbit hole
Is very dark.
I’m alone.
Down I go.
Another falling…
Into the mouth
Of a hungry squirrel.
The bushy tail
Spikes up.
The acorn
Round, and
Brown…
The acorn is
Gone.
Gone!
The acorn is
Brown,
Round and
The acorn
Spikes up
The bushy tail
Of a hungry squirrel.
Into the mouth
Another falling…!
Losing? My fault?
Ten seconds
Man-to-man
I lost my man…
Shoot,
A three-pointer…
Swish!
Swish.
A three-pointer?
Shoot!
I lost my man.
Man-to-man
Ten seconds
Losing; my fault.
Winter is around the corner,
Her cold air breathing down my back
But it is still fall.
It is time for apples, cocoa, jeans, scarves, plaid, red and yellow leaves, orange sunsets, creamy donuts and pastries.
It is still fall.
Just barely.
If you go to Buffalo Wild Wings, beware of screaming fans. Beware of flaming wings. And if you are like me, bring a book. Or your phone. Yeah… At least my brother is paying. 😏
One candle: A baby girl with blue cake and blue eyes
Two candles: A cheerful toddler with a brother “Coming Soon!”
Three candles: An attention hogging toddler who starred in every home video
Four candles: A clumsy athlete flying down the soccer field with future friends
Five candles: A girl who has made lots of friends in this Pre-K class
Six candles: A kindergartener who sits at the Triangle table
Seven candles: A golden birthday year
Eight candles: A writer-in-training makes three close friends and begins to play basketball
Nine candles: A swimmer, basketballer, and now the author of her own blog
Ten candles: School has lost it’s wonder, but sports are still a highlight. However SIGNET was the best part of the day.
Eleven candles: More and more basketball, more and more writing, and now singing in All County Chorus.
Twelve candles: A middle schooler with great friends, teachers, and teammates.
Thirteen candles: A basketballer, volleyballer, writer, and singer. A girl who is happy to be here with her friends. A girl who is finally a teen.
A girl who loves her family.