Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
The leaves, they fall so effortlessly, these first harbingers of autumn. It seems too soon, but then, it is always that way: the green, green of summer, and the yellow leaves that make their debut, floating on the August breeze. I watch the leaves fall to the ground... It is mesmerizing to watch them descend,
The ground is covered in rose petals. So much pink, after the rain. I think of pink champagne, and the days of my youth. I think of the pink at dawn when a new day unfolds. The petals are soft, kissed by a thousand raindrops. I think of all those kisses, set free in the
The autumn sky is a blue ocean, fathoms deep. The birds chatter and tell their stories to the silent, knowing trees. How stoic are the trees, how majestically they stand, as the birds fly from branch to branch. I watch as the leaves fall soundlessly to the ground, one by one, a steady drift of
I used to dream of living by the sea on a high cliff. I would look down, and there it would be.... The ocean spread out before me, waves crashing upon the shore. When the water rushes back and forth across a pebble beach... there is music. The sound of the sea plays again and
Pockets of joy overflow, in the coming of sun-kissed summer days. There will be peppers to stuff, and fresh tomato sandwiches to eat. It is a fiesta of colors, marigolds and zinnias, snapdragons, and more. We fill our buckets at the strawberry patch; my pockets are stained with ripe, red berries. The dandelion seeds will
Spring comes slowly. It spills across the lawn, silky green blades, that seem eternal, but are not. It is lush and lovely like an emerald isle that is mine to wander. My bare feet can wade in the grass, feel the blush of youth between my toes. Last night, I listened to the owls calling
There were windows in the clouds today. Bright blue portals opened up so you could see clear through to the other side. Below, on the sound, the swans paraded about like lovely dancers, drifting across an aqua stage. It was a summer day in the midst of winter. I would like to glide like that,
Is there anything more beautiful than a stunning red rose? My husband brought me a bouquet of roses just the other day. Suddenly, all my Christmas decorations paled in comparison! There are few things that we can find in a store that are lovelier than what we find in nature. That is why we are
It is a moment of grace to see that little hand reach up and grasp my own. It is a moment of grace to see an aged one who stoops so low lifted up by another. The stars collide in the universe and the still, dark night embraces the light. Helping hands reach out stars,
If every life were written in a storybook, would each and every page be highlighted with cheerful moments and a problem - free existence? When you look at the cover of a storybook, can you tell all that much about the contents of the book? The truth is that all of our days are written