WG logo

Voices in the trees. What are they saying? Indistinct all, these voices without faces. The leaves turn red now, and the seasons change in only a moment. Singing begins, sweetly yet incoherently, and the red fire of rage spreads skyward. Then it becomes trapped in the setting sun to burn with indignation. It ignites the soul and the fire spreads still further, unquenchable. Anger burns bright, and a clenched fist shakes at the heavens as the ignorant frustration surfaces to float in the shine of her eye. Then the shine fades, or rather begins to drip, and an unacknowledged tear faces gravity in a losing battle. And all the time the seasons change, and her indignation's fate dictates only a spark of color in the west. All hope must set in the dying of the day. Forever now that fire sleeps.

© 1998 Kate Dowling, all rights reserved
 appears here by permission

WriteGallery Site Index
Latest Literature (Click here) Virtual Chapbooks (Click Here) Fiction (Click here) Poetry (Click here) Essays/Articles on Writing (Click here)
Personal Essays (Click here) Genre Fiction (Click here) Author Information (Click here) From K.L.'s Desk (Click here) About WG (Click here)
ubmissions Guidelines (Click here) Copyrights & Credits (Click here) Guestbook (Click here) KL's Blog (Click here) Literary Links (Click here)
Toolbox Links (Click here) Virtual Reference Links (Click here) Hot Links to Cool Distractions (Click here) Link Exchange (Click here) email WG: info@thewritegallery.com (Click here)
www.theWriteGallery.com (Click here)
|  Latest Literature  |  Virtual Chapbooks  |  Fiction  |  Poetry  |  Essays/Articles on Writing  |
|  Personal Essays  |  Genre Fiction  |  Author Information  |  From K.L.'s Desk  |  About WG  |
|  Submissions Guidelines  |  Copyrights & Credits  |  Guestbook  |  K.L.'s Blog  |  Literary Links  |
|  Toolbox Links  |  Virtual Reference Links  |  Hot Links to Cool Distractions  |  Link Exchange  |  info@thewritegallery.com  |
|  Home  |