Those evenings you feel that chill in the air, and catch the first signs of color in the leaves. Those evenings when, instead of using the grill, the fire pits are opened, dusted off, and lit.
That’s when wood smoke begins to fill the air. And a calmness seems to blanket everything. That only continues as the nights grow colder.
Those are the nights that call to me the most.
© Sarah Doughty
Dear Sarah, You portray a mysticism which is surreal and realistic. I hear echoes of a painting when I read you. Anand Bose from Kerala
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Aww thank you. That’s so kind of you. 😊
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Yesssss! This is writing season. And you’ve captured it well, thank you!
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Thank you! 😊 😊
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Oh yes. My favorite part of the season.
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Sigh. I love it. 😊
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It is only at the depth of night
When the leaves lay melded with the earth
And the trees lay bare before my eyes
That I am able to crack a smile
For the earth shares in my misfortune
And weeps before my feet
Only then do I feel the most secure
The most accepted
And the most out of place
…. shit, this turned out pretty good… spur of the moment…
Good piece Sarah!
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Oh my. That’s lovely! 😊
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This is such a beautiful poem! I love it, especially since Autumn is right around the corner, and it’s my favorite season. 🙂
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It’s my favorite as well. 😊 I’m happy you enjoyed it! 😊
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Ah, such beautiful words and imagery. ❤
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Ah, thank you so much! 😊
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Such a pretty description
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Ah, thank you so much!
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Magical writing. You had me there, building a fire. 🔥🔥
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Thank you so much! 😊
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So good, Sarah. You are a master of ‘showing’ rather than just ‘telling’. I love the atmosphere you’ve created. Beautiful 🙂
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Ah, that makes me smile. Thank you!
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Great to hear 🙂
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the imagery, the words, such a soothing piece!
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Ah, that makes me smile. Thank you!
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yay! ;D love to make you smile!
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Reblogged this on FREE FICTION and commented:
one of the most powerful poems i have ever read … thanks
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Love that! Well done.
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Thank you! 😊
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That was last night! We looked up to see the space station whiz by a few times on a tangent just south of us. We are almost exactly on the 50th parallel.
Our clothes smell like wood smoke today.
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Aw that’s amazing! 😊
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Ah, I remember those days on the farm up north. The first snows usually came around my birthday (Oct. 3) then they’d disappear and leave us a true taste of Autumn, the lazy smoke-filled air from various clean up fires after the “no fire” days of Summer. The long evenings with nothing to do but listen the the calls of the wild birds, the cranes flying over even in the dark. Wonderful thoughts here…
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Aw that sounds lovely.
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Sounds enchanting. Disadvantage of living in the city is that I miss out on experiences like that. BTW; Happy Birthday! 🎉🎂😊
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Yes, I didn’t have many experiences like that either. I have a few, spending some evenings many years ago in hayfields. Also, happy official birthday, Sha’Tara! 😊
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i know such evenings – when instead of having two lonely birds, you have one warm bed.
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Ah, yes. 💖
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Wonderful piece!
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Ah, thank you, love! 😊
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Truly beautiful. One of my favorites!
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Thanks so much!
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This piece reminds me of my shadow. The last line, the call, is especially evocative to me because I wonder about the nature of the call? I know in Autumn, sometimes I like to go a little crazy, get a little hermited and weird, just to remind myself that I’m alive.
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The call is more of a draw, pulling us to be outside and enjoy the world as it changes. 😊
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Mmm…another beautiful reverie on how quietly autumn slips in.
(i close my eyes and breathe deeply – the memory of the scent of woodsmoke in the air permeating my senses….)
Thank you for the lovely daydream 😌
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Ah, you’re welcome!
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Solitude, but in comradery with the world as people around you show the same thoughts. Expressed in the smells of smoke.
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Yes. My favorite. 😊
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site and commented:
By the lovely Sarah Doughty.
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I agree, lovely writing…
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Aw thank you for reading! 😊
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My pleasure! 🙂
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